Lost in sin

Ryan’s POV

Morning used to mean safety.

Structure. Control. Predictability.

For as long as I could remember, my life had followed a pattern I built and obeyed without question. Coffee at six. Gym at seven. Office by eight. By nine, the controlled chaos of meetings, numbers, decisions, and dominance would take over. Routine was how I survived. Routine was how I stayed sharp. Routine was how I kept my father’s shadow from swallowing me whole.

But this morning, there was nothing to hold onto.

No sleep. No appetite. No sense of time.

I hadn’t closed my eyes once without seeing Juliet. The way she stood there, trying so hard not to cry. The way her fingers dug into her bag like it was the only thing keeping her upright. And layered over that image was my father’s voice, quiet, calm, and terrifying, telling me he would ruin her if I didn’t fall back in line.

Dominic LaRusso didn’t shout.

He didn’t threaten to scare you.

He promised things the same way other men promised favors.

And he always followed through.

I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of my condo, staring down at the city as it slowly woke up. Morning light spilled across rooftops and glass buildings, soft and deceptive. Cars moved. People hurried along sidewalks. Coffee shops unlocked their doors. Somewhere below, a couple laughed, unaware that my world had just split open.

Everything was moving forward.

Mine was frozen.

The silence inside the condo felt heavy, pressing in on my chest. Even the city noise sounded distant, muted, like I was underwater. I hadn’t turned on the TV. I hadn’t checked the news. I already knew the only headline that mattered:

Ryan LaRusso had lost everything that made him untouchable.

My phone buzzed in my hand.

Luca.

I didn’t even bother checking the screen. Of course it was him.

I answered, my voice flat. “It’s too early.”

“Too early?” Luca scoffed loudly. “Ryan, it’s ten thirty. I’ve already lived an entire life today. Bad coffee. Worse traffic. Emotional support of a stranger who overshared at a crosswalk. You are behind.”

I leaned my forehead against the cold glass, letting it ground me. “I’m not in the mood.”

“You never are when your voice sounds like that,” he said, the humor easing just slightly. “Have you eaten?”

“No.”

“Showered?”

“No.”

“Threatened your father or plotted arson?”

“Not yet.”

He gasped theatrically. “Wow. Personal growth.”

“Luca,” I warned, rubbing my eyes.

His tone softened immediately. “Hey. I’m here. Talk to me. What happened after we hung up?”

I exhaled slowly, staring at my reflection in the glass. I looked… wrecked. Eyes dull. Jaw tight. Like someone who hadn’t slept because sleep felt too dangerous.

“He won,” I said quietly. “At least for now.”

“For now,” Luca repeated. “Which means it’s temporary.”

“He cut me out of everything,” I continued. “My accounts. My authority. My seat. I’m… boxed in.”

“And still standing,” Luca said. “Which means he didn’t finish the job.”

I turned away from the window and started pacing. The room suddenly felt too small for the anger burning through me.

“He won’t stop,” I said. “He’ll go after her school records. Her past jobs. Her prescriptions. Every crack she’s tried to seal. He’ll expose things she survived just to prove a point.”

“Then we don’t let him,” Luca said calmly.

“How?” I snapped. “I don’t even control my own money right now.”

“You still control yourself,” he replied. “And you’re smarter than him in ways he doesn’t understand.”

I stopped pacing and looked at the table.

Juliet’s medical file sat there like a threat. Like proof that my father had already crossed a line he could never uncross.

“She won’t trust me,” I whispered. “Not after last night. Not after everything.”

“She will,” Luca said. “But first, you need to walk into her life steady. Not bleeding. Not frantic.”

“I can’t even breathe without feeling like I’m failing her.”

“That’s because you care,” Luca said gently. “And men like your father see care as weakness.”

The truth landed hard.

“He’s not really attacking her,” Luca continued. “He’s attacking you. Because for the first time, you chose something he didn’t design.”

I clenched my jaw.

Juliet wasn’t just someone I cared about.

She was proof that I could choose differently.

“He doesn’t care about her pain,” Luca said. “He cares that she cracked something open in you.”

I closed my eyes.

My entire life had been obedience disguised as loyalty. Love disguised as control. If I succeeded without him, if I chose a life he didn’t approve of, it would expose the truth he feared most.

He didn’t raise a son.

He built a weapon.

“Okay,” I said finally. “So what’s the plan?”

Luca’s voice sharpened, energized. “Now you’re speaking my language.”

“Step one,” he said, “we gather intelligence. Everything your father knows. Everyone he’s spoken to. Every move he’s likely to make.”

“Step two,” I added, “we protect Juliet without letting her feel hunted.”

“Yes,” Luca said. “And step three…”

“I take back what’s mine,” I finished.

He laughed softly. “Look at you. Already turning fear into strategy.”

I sat down heavily on the couch, my hands shaking slightly.

“I’m scared,” I admitted. “Not for myself. For her.”

“That’s the right fear,” Luca said. “Fear that makes you careful, not reckless.”

I nodded slowly.

I wasn’t ready to face Juliet yet.

But I would be.

Prepared. Grounded. Able to stand between her and the storm.

“I’m in,” I said. “Whatever this turns into.”

“Good,” Luca replied. “Because this isn’t a fight. It’s a war.”

We hung up, and the silence returned—but it felt different now. Less crushing. More focused.

I walked into my office and sat at my desk. The chair creaked softly beneath my weight. I opened my laptop.

Frozen or not.

Cut off or not.

Disowned or not.

I was still Ryan LaRusso.

And I hadn’t survived my father by being weak.

This wasn’t about revenge.

It was about protection.

About choice.

About refusing to let a monster decide who deserved safety.

The war had already begun.

And this time,

I would be ready.