All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S BOY TOY: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Leo’s POV I don’t think I’ve ever felt more out of place in a room that used to feel like home.Ryan is halfway through a story about some girl he met at a gala, waving his hands around like he’s conducting an orchestra of nonsense. Warren is laughing too loud, adding his own commentary about how “easy” it is to get what you want if you know the right people. Their voices overlap, bounce off the walls, fill the space like thick smoke.And I just… sat there, watching and listening, but I couldn't hear a single thing the where saying.It’s strange. A few months ago, I would’ve been right in the middle of this, laughing, contributing, maybe even topping their stories with something worse. But now… it all sounds hollow. Like empty cans rattling down a staircase.“She started getting too attached,” Ryan says, shrugging. “So I cut her off. You know how it is.”“Had to,” Warren adds. “You can’t let them think they matter more than they should.”They both laugh.I don’t.My fingers tighten s

  Ryker’s POV For a moment, I just stood there.The airport moved around me like I wasn’t part of it anymore. People rushed past with luggage, voices overlapped, announcements echoed overhead, and somehow, none of it touched me. I felt… stuck. Like everything had kept going, except me. Then I turned. The glass doors slid open with a soft hiss as I stepped outside, my eyes scanning immediately for the car. Ronaldo’s car.It wasn’t there.My chest dropped.No.No, no, no. I stepped forward, looking left, then right, like it might magically appear if I tried hard enough.Nothing.Of course it was gone. Why wouldn’t it be? He probably assumed we’d boarded already. We had said our goodbye. Chris and Oliver had gone in. Everything looked normal from

 Leo’s POV The second Ryker told me he was stranded in Denver, I knew I wasn’t going to let him stay there.At first, I thought of simply sending him money,but then another thought crossed my mind, and suddenly sending money felt painfully boring. I wanted to see him.Needed to see him.The urge came so suddenly and violently that it nearly made me laugh at myself. I was seated across from Alaric at the café when Ryker called me. Alaric was halfway through another croissant while staring at me like he still couldn’t believe Leonardo Rizz was willingly sitting with him.Then my phone rang.And everything else stopped mattering immediately. I answered almost before the first ring ended.The panic in his voice made something sharp twist in my chest. He explained everything quickly. Lost ticket. Finals to

 Ryker’s POV When I finally settled back into the helicopter, my mind wouldn’t stop drifting back to Ronaldo.The look on his face.The way his voice cracked when he told me to get out. It replayed over and over in my head like a scratched CD that refused to move on to the next song.What was I even doing?Seriously.Was I making the right decision?Was I thinking at all? Leo slid in beside me while the blades above us thundered loudly. The helicopter vibrated underneath our feet as the pilot prepared for takeoff. His cane disappeared into one of the side compartments, tucked away carefully so it wouldn’t shift around during the flight. I just stared at him. Literally another rich kid could throw money around.Another rich kid could send a car.Maybe even a private driver.But a freaking

Ronaldo’s POVI had never been this angry in my entire life, my whole body practically shook with the weight of my anger.I couldn't get over this.How could anyone get over this?I fought back the tears as I took in a deep breath before taking an even bigger chug of my father’s brandy.The liquid burned violently down my throat, sharp enough to make my eyes water for a second, but I barely even reacted anymore.That probably meant I was getting really, really wasted.And honestly?Good.Because feeling nothing sounded a whole lot better than feeling this, feeling like the whole world night literally crash down on me.Dad would absolutely kill me if he found out I was drunk before dinner, especially drunk on his favorite brandy, but at the same time, I expected him to understand.Or at least try to.I could still picture Ryker’s face when he stepped into that helicopter beside Leo.Still hear the blades spinning.Still see Leo standing there with that stupid calm expression like the w