Novel-novel oleh Endless A. Z

Jamie's POV The moment the plane doors opened, the thick, flower-scented Hawaiian air rushed in like an invitation. I inhaled deeply, feeling the humidity settle against my skin, already making the thin cotton of my sundress cling in places it hadn’t before. Alex’s hand found the small of my back as we descended the stairs, his thumb brushing slow, deliberate circles that sent tiny lightning bolts straight between my thighs. We’d been married for forty-eight hours. Forty-eight hours of stolen kisses in the airport, whispered promises in the car, and the knowledge that tonight there would be no parents, no work calls, no interruptions and we could finally devour each other without restraint.Our driver took us straight to the resort on the Big Island. The penthouse suite was obscene in its luxury. It had a thirty-foot ceiling, polished black marble floors that reflected the late-afternoon sun, a sprawling king bed draped in crisp white Egyptian cotton and silk, and most importantl

Ava's POV It’s been three days since Jax took my virginity on his couch, and I still feel him every time I move. A delicious ache between my thighs, with faint bruises on my hips shaped like his fingerprints, and the memory of his voice calling me his good girl while I came apart blindfolded and cuffed.I’ve barely seen him. Ethan’s been home, suspicious and clingy, asking why I’m “walking funny” and why Jax keeps texting me random memes at 2 a.m. So we’ve played it cool. Well….as cool as we can with stolen glances, brushed hands in the kitchen and one quick, filthy make-out session in the garage when Ethan went to grab beers, where Jax shoved two fingers inside me and whispered, “Still so tight for me, princess. Can’t wait to wreck you again.”Tonight, Ethan’s at an away game with the guys. The house is empty and my phone buzzes at that exact time.Jax: Door’s unlocked. Come to the bedroom, now. Bring the red dress… and nothing else.I’m shaking as I slip into the dress (no bra, n

Ava's POV I’m still buzzing from last night when I wake up Saturday morning. My lips feel swollen, my thighs ache in the best way, and every time I close my eyes I feel Jax’s finger sliding inside me like it’s happening all over again. I’ve never come that hard. Never let anyone get that far.And I still haven’t told him the truth.I spend the day on edge, replaying the way he growled “so tight” like he couldn’t believe it. He knows something’s different…he has to,but he hasn’t asked. Yet.By six, my phone lights up.Jax: Ethan’s working late. Come over. Bring nothing but that red dress from the party.I bite my lip so hard it stings.I texted back: Be there in thirty.I shower, shave everything, and lotion until my skin smells like vanilla and sin. The red dress slides over my body like a second skin, tight, stretchy, plunging so low my breasts nearly spill out. No bra. No panties. Just the dress and a pair of black strappy heels that make my legs look a mile long.When he opens th

Aria's POV I've always been the flirt. The one who turns heads at parties with a wink and a sway of my hips, dressed in outfits that hug every curve just right. Low-cut tops, short skirts that ride up when I dance, heels that make my legs look endless. Guys eat it up, and I love the attention—the way their eyes linger, the compliments that border on desperate. But that's as far as it goes. Kisses, sure. A hand on my thigh, maybe. Anything more? I pull back with a teasing laugh, leaving them wanting. They call me a tease, but what they don't know is I'm still untouched. A virgin by choice, waiting for something….someone, who makes my blood sing.And then there's Jax. My brother Ethan's best friend since they were kids, practically family. He's always been around, tall, broad-shouldered, with that messy dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through my games. Tattoos snake up his arms, hidden under shirts most days, but I've caught glimpses when he crashes at our

Loe's POV The first night in the cabin felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of fire. Mom and David were in full holiday mode, dragging out board games and mulled wine after dinner, insisting on "family bonding" like we were in some cheesy Hallmark movie. Kai and I sat on opposite ends of the plush sectional couch, the massive stone fireplace crackling between us, casting flickering shadows that danced across his sharp jawline and those hazel eyes that kept locking onto mine like magnets.Under the table during dinner, his bare foot had slid between my thighs, pressing up against my core through my leggings until I had to grip my fork so hard my knuckles turned white. "Pass the salt, Loe?" he'd asked innocently, his voice smooth as silk, while his toes curled just right, making me shift in my seat. I'd bitten my lip to keep from gasping, heat pooling low in my belly. Now, as Mom dealt out cards for some ridiculous game, his gaze promised payback—and more."You two are awfully qui

Loe's POV The drive to Aspen took six hours that felt like sixty.Mom and David were in the front of the SUV, singing off-key to Christmas carols, passing a thermos of spiked cocoa back and forth like teenagers. Kai and I were in the back seat, supposedly “napping,” with a blanket thrown over both our laps “for warmth.” Underneath that blanket, his hand never left my thigh.The second the car hit the snowy mountain roads, his fingers started tracing slow, lazy circles on the inside of my knee. Higher. Higher. Until the tips brushed the edge of my panties through my leggings. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood.“You okay back there, Loe?” Mom called, glancing in the rear-view mirror.“Mm-hmm,” I managed, voice strangled. “Just… car sick.”Kai’s thumb pressed right against my clit through the fabric, one deliberate stroke. My hips jerked involuntarily.He didn’t even look at me, he just stared out the window like he wasn’t currently torturing me in front of our par

Adeline's POVI watched the video three more times. Each time, Sienna's face looked more real, more alive….more angry."We need to analyze this," Marco said, reaching for my phone.I pulled it away. "No.""Adeline, there could be metadata, location data—""I said no." My voice came out harsher than intended. "She sent it to me. This is personal."Kayden touched my arm gently. "Let them check. If there's any chance of tracking where she sent it from—""She's too smart for that. She taught me half of what I know about digital security. There won't be anything to find."But I handed Marco the phone anyway.He took it to the tech specialist in the van. I watched them work, knowing they'd find nothing.Sienna was a ghost. Had been for five years. She wouldn't make amateur mistakes now."Talk to me," Kayden said quietly. "What are you thinking?""That she's right. I did leave her." I looked at him. "The mission…there were twelve hostages. Every minute I spent searching for Sienna was a minu

Adeline's POVThe facility was in chaos. Smoke everywhere, alarms screaming, guards running in all directions trying to secure the breach points.I found Kayden in the sublevel corridor, being checked by a medic. Blood on his temple where someone had hit him."I'm fine," he was saying. "Check the others—""Kayden!" I ran to him, grabbing his face. "Are you hurt?""Concussion maybe. Nothing serious." He caught my hands. "They took him. Grey's team extracted him exactly like he planned.""I know. I saw them leave." My voice shook. "And I saw her."Kayden's eyes met mine. "Sienna."The name hung between us like a ghost."She's alive," I whispered. "All this time, she's been alive.""Grey said she's been working for my father. For five years." Kayden stood despite the medic's protests. "Is that possible? Could she have survived?"I thought back to that night. The mission that went wrong. The explosion. The building collapsing. I'd searched the rubble for hours before the authorities force

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE - THE MEETING Kayden's POVThe secure facility was two hours outside the city, buried in industrial wasteland where screams wouldn't carry. Russio owned it through three shell corporations. Officially, it didn't exist.Perfect place to make people disappear.Adeline sat beside me in the SUV, silent since we'd left the mansion. Belle had cried when we left, begging Adeline not to go. But we both needed this. Needed answers.Marco drove, eyes constantly checking mirrors. "Security's tight. Russio has twenty men on site. Grey's in the basement level, maximum security cell.""Has he said anything?" I asked."Not to the interrogators. Just keeps asking when you're coming." Marco glanced at me in the rearview. "Boss, you sure about this? Guy's a manipulator. Whatever he says—""I know what he is."We pulled up to a nondescript warehouse. Guard towers disguised as water tanks. Electrified fence hidden behind chain-link. From the outside, it looked abandoned.Inside was

Adeline's POVThe foundry was chaos when we arrived. Emergency vehicles everywhere, Fire trucks, ambulances, bomb disposal units, police cruisers with lights flashing.But no explosion.The technical team had done it. That disarmed the bombs with eight minutes to spare.I ran toward the building, pushing past paramedics and officers. Marco was right behind me, shouting clearances and credentials."Where's Kayden?" I demanded of the first Gravano soldier I saw."Sub-basement. They're bringing everyone up now."I didn't wait, didn't follow protocols or safety procedures. I just ran toward the elevator shaft we'd used earlier.A hand caught my arm. Russio."Slowly," he said. "The building is still structurally unsound. The last thing we need is another collapse.""I need to see him—""And you will, in a moment. First—" He pulled me aside, away from the crowd. "—we need to discuss what happens next.""What happens next is I make sure Kayden and Belle are okay.""After that." Russio's voic

Adeline's POV Marco coordinated the tactical deployment from the mobile command center, his voice crisp and efficient over the encrypted channels. "Sniper Team Alpha, position at the bell tower. Team Beta, take the adjacent building, west side. Team Gamma, rooftop across the street. I want full three-sixty coverage of that church." "Copy that." "In position in ten minutes." "Confirmed." I watched the grain silo, waiting to see if Grey would emerge. Waiting to see if he'd actually take the bait. My phone buzzed. Text message from unknown number. Tell Russio I'm watching. Any sign of his men, any hint of a setup, and I detonate immediately. This is his last chance to do the right thing. I showed Marco the message. "He's paranoid," Marco said. "Good. Paranoid people make mistakes." "Or paranoid people see traps coming." "Either way, we're committed now." He gestured to the map on his tablet. "St. Michael's is here. Old stone church, been abandoned since the archdiocese cons

Adeline's POVI climbed back through the rope system to the surface, leaving Kayden below with Belle and the bomb techs. Every instinct screamed at me to stay, but we both knew what had to happen.Someone had to convince Russio to come.And Kayden couldn't leave the others trapped below.Marco met me as I emerged from the elevator shaft, helping me over the edge. "Well?""We need Russio. Now.""He's not going to—""I know what he's going to say. But it's not up to him anymore." I wiped dust and sweat from my face, looking at the foundry. "Grey made his demands clear. Russio comes, or everyone dies.""And if Russio refuses?""Then we find another way."But we both knew there was no other way.My phone rang before I could say anything else. I answered. "What?"Grey's voice, calm and controlled: "I assume you've discussed the situation with your people by now, assessed your options and realized you don't have any.""What do you want, Grey?""I told you what I want. But let me be more sp