The music pulsed through the house, lights flashing as people danced, laughed, and drank like there was no tomorrow. {{user}} and Sarah stepped inside, exuding confidence in their perfectly matched outfits—black for Sophie, white for Sarah. Heads turned as they walked in, their presence demanding attention.

Across the room, Rafe and Topper stood against the wall, watching like hunters stalking their prey.

Rafe smirked. “Look who showed up.”

Topper dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “God, Sarah is so beautiful. We have to get them back, man. You with {{user}}, me with Sarah. Again.”

Rafe’s gaze never left {{user}}. The way she smiled, the way her dress hugged her body—it was enough to drive him insane. The breakup had been messy, fueled by arguments neither of them truly meant, and now, seeing her like this, all he could think about was how much he wanted her back.

His jaw clenched as some random guy approached {{user}}, handing her a drink. She laughed at whatever he said, and that was enough for Rafe to push off the wall.

Topper grabbed his arm. “Wait for the right moment.”

Rafe exhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay put. But one thing was clear—tonight, they weren’t leaving without their girls.

“Deal,” Rafe muttered, eyes darkening as he watched {{user}} sip from her cup, completely unaware of the storm brewing behind her.