Chapter 92 – Breaking Points
Chapter 92 – Breaking Points
(Levi’s POV)
Three months.
Ninety-three days since the night her apartment door was cracked open and everything inside me went to war. Ninety-three days of empty rooms, dead ends, and a clock that seemed to mock us with every tick.
The penthouse was too big without her. Too clean. Too quiet.
Luca made sure the business kept running, but he moved through the days like a machine — efficient, precise, cold. His phone was never out of reach, his eyes scanning every incoming message like maybe this would be the one to tell him where she was. He didn’t let himself break, but I could see the cracks forming under the surface.
Me? I didn’t bother hiding mine.
I drank too much, slept too little, picked fights with strangers in bars because pain felt better than helplessness. I went out on my own chasing bad leads, ignoring Luca’s warnings. The danger didn’t matter — it was something to do.
We’d stopped talking about anything that wasn’t Eden. Hell, we barely talked at all.
The knock at the door was sharp and impatient. Luca didn’t move right away, but finally he went to answer it.
The voice that followed was unmistakable. “You’re both useless like this.”
Harper stepped inside without waiting to be invited. Her hair was pulled into a messy knot, and there was a fierceness in her eyes that made her seem taller than she was. She scanned the penthouse, gaze landing on the empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table before shifting to me.
“You look like hell,” she said flatly.
“Nice to see you too,” I muttered.
Luca crossed his arms. “What do you want, Harper?”
“What do I want?” She tossed her bag onto the counter with a heavy thud. “I want my sister back. And you’re not going to get her by either of you falling apart before you even find her.”
Luca’s voice was calm, but I caught the warning in it. “We’re doing everything we can.”
Harper rounded on him. “Everything except staying strong enough to handle her when you do find her.”
I bristled. “You think we don’t know what she’s going through?”
Her glare was sharp. “No. I think you have no idea. You didn’t see her after the first time she was with him. How she jumped at shadows, how she locked herself in the bathroom because she thought someone was in the hallway. She’s going to be worse this time. And she’s going to need you steady.”
Luca’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak.
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. “We don’t even know if she’s—”
“Don’t,” Harper cut in. “If she’s still breathing, you can still save her. That’s all that matters.”
The silence was thick.
Finally, Harper’s tone softened just a fraction. “When you find her — and you will — she’s going to look to you to remember who she was before all of this. She’s going to need the men she trusted. Not the wrecks standing in front of me right now.”
She grabbed her bag, pausing at the door. “Get your shit together. For her.”
The door slammed behind her, leaving her words echoing in the air.
For a long time, neither of us spoke. Then Luca’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “We never got to tell her.”
I knew exactly what he meant. My throat tightened. “That we love her.”
His jaw clenched. “When we get her back…”
“When we get her back,” I finished, “she’ll hear it every damn day.”
Luca nodded once, eyes hard. “But first, we find her.”