Lea’s point of view: The tension filling up the entire space within the room was overpowering than before. Everyone could feel it. The other men surrounding us within a circle shifted awkwardly on their feet while glancing at their companions standing beside them but remained quiet. It was clear that they were scared for their leader. Ryder’s fists balled at his sides, the veins in his arms protruding and throbbing from the rising tension. The tiny hairs on my body raised, goose bumps littering my skin. A strange feeling of anticipation flooded my system. I knew that Ryder was not a guy who would just go down without a fight but I was worried for him. My heart swelled when I realized that despite being badly injured, he was determined to fight for me. I gasped when the man threw a fist directly at Ryder’s face. Ryder’s head jerked to the right with the punch. He held his chin before clenching his jaw in anger.

Ryder’s point of view: I woke up to Blake throwing a fit.“Just look at him, Max! Can’t you see how messed up our brother is? I’m telling you, I’ll kick that asshole out of our gang.” Blake snapped.“Blake, stop it!” Max whispered silently.“Gentleman, I will have to ask you to step outside if you don’t stop yelling.” I heard an unfamiliar voice warning him.I heard Blake humphed before nothing could be heard.So typical of Blake! I groaned when I moved my head to look in their direction. The back of my head stung in pain.“Ryder’s awake.” Shelly exclaimed.I heard several steps making their way towards me before I was suddenly surrounded with their faces looking down on me.I searched through the faces before stopping on Lea’s.Her eyes welled up with tears when I locked gazes with her. She smiled through h

Lea’s point of view:It was Thursday. I walked inside the school building with Shelly, Aubrey and the guys. Ryder had yet to come. Michael drove him to the hospital for his first check up this morning.When I reached my locker, my steps faltered when I noticed Ryder leaning against the locker beside mine. When did Michael drop him off?His chest was on full display with just the first few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. He seemed relaxed, laid back and unbothered that people, mostly girls were looking his way.I felt my own heart rate spike up when I took in his appearance. How could someone look so damn handsome even with a bandage wrapped around his forehead?Girls swooned over him. Some couldn’t take their eyes off of him. A few guys even threw him a pointed look when their girlfriends got distracted by Ryder’s sexiness.I felt a strong emotion burned through me. My heart was thudding so hard in my ches

Lea’s point of view:Without wasting another second, I took out my phone and called Shelly to ask her about what would be the appropriate clothes to wear when learning tango. I ended up telling her about what had happened.She couldn’t stop gushing for me.I felt my entire face go beetroot red listening to her thoughts about what could happen if I wore the red dress she bought for me back when both Aubrey and her went shopping for some clothes for me.I rummaged through the clothes and there it was, the red dress Shelly wanted me to wear but I still thought that it would be too much since I would just be learning the dance at home.“Did you find it?” I heard Shelly through the phone. I could also hear Max getting impatient in the background.“Yeah, I got it.”“Great, that’s the dress I was talking about.”“Do you really think that I should wear this? I

Lea’s point of view: The next morning, I woke up with a big smile on my face. I had a feeling that my day was going to be somewhat good today. After I got ready for school, I went downstairs to prepare breakfast. It was the first time that I was cooking something in Ryder’s kitchen. After I had left my old town and house, I couldn’t bring myself to cook anything. I repeatedly got flashbacks of how I was always forced to cook food for my father. I shook my head to get rid of those bad memories and started cooking. I fried some beacon and eggs and toasted some bread before taking some milk out of the fridge and a box of cereals out of the cupboards. When I was done plating the food, I got myself some coffee from the coffee machine. I gasped when a pair of arms wounded around my waist from behind. “Good morning, kitten.” Ryder whispered into my left ear before pecking me on my left cheek.