DANGEROUS LIAISONS
Survival taught Elon Rivers that his body could be a weapon—just not in the way his stepfather intended. Now he works the con: dress pretty, play helpless, drug them, and disappear with their valuables. It's not honest work, but nothing about Elon's life has ever been honest.
When he targets the wrong mark—Fort Thorne, a mafia enforcer with eyes like a winter grave—his carefully constructed world shatters. Fort knew exactly what Elon was from the moment he walked into that hotel room. The briefcase Elon stole contained information worth killing for, and Fort wants it back.
There's just one problem: Elon's roommate has already stolen it from him, and now Fort is out two million dollars.
Fort's offer is simple: return what was stolen, or work off the debt. Every single Penny.
Trapped in Fort's world of violence and power, Elon discovers that his captor is as damaged as he is, and that the line between hatred and desire is thinner than he ever imagined. But in a world where trust is a luxury neither can afford, falling for the enemy might be the most dangerous con of all.
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Chapter: THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAINFORT’S POV“Elon’s father worked for The Circle.”The words settled into the room with a kind of quiet violence that felt worse than the gunfire from earlier.For a moment, nobody moved.Rain crashed through the shattered windows behind us, cold wind sweeping across the study floor where two bodies still lay motionless. Somewhere deeper in the mansion, thunder rolled heavily through the walls, but all my attention stayed fixed on Julian Mercer.Then I looked at Elon.He was staring at the older man with complete disbelief, his face pale beneath the flickering lightning.“What?”Julian adjusted the sleeve of his coat calmly, as though he hadn’t just detonated the entire room with one sentence.“Your father handled financial operations for The Circle for several years,” he explained smoothly. “He specialized in international movement systems and identity restructuring.”Elon blinked at him once.Then twice.“My father was an architect.”“A useful cover.”The answer came too quickly.Too
Last Updated: 2026-05-31
Chapter: DEAD MEN DON'T BLEEDFORT’S POV No one stirred. Rain battered the study windows while the corpse lay twisted on the floor, dark blood spreading beneath him. Nathaniel looked ashen—terrified rather than unwell. “Elon,” I said softly, “close the door.” He did so without question. The heavy wood thudded shut, sealing us inside with the body, the storm’s fury, and the secret Nathaniel refused to voice. I rose from my seat. “Explain.” Nathaniel’s eyes remained locked on the dead man, as if he might spring to life. After a long moment, he said, “This was Daniel Cross. The Circle executed him two years ago.” Elon frowned. “Executed?” “They accused him of leaking information.” “And you know this because…?” I prompted, my tone icy. Nathaniel ran a hand through his hair. “Because I saw it happen.” A flash of lightning turned the corpse’s face ghost-white against the carpet. Elon recoiled—a natural reaction. “That’s impossible,” Evelyn whispered. I spun on her. “You knew him too.” Her silen
Last Updated: 2026-05-31
Chapter: BLACKOUTELON’S POV The gunshot thundered through the mansion; my ears immediately started to ring. For a split second, everything froze. Then Fort yanked me backward by the arm just as another shot sounded from upstairs and glass shattered somewhere in the darkness. “Down,” he commanded. We dropped behind the staircase in one fluid motion. My heart pounded against my ribs while thunder cracked outside, illuminating the pitch-black rooms with each jagged flash. “What the hell is happening?” I whispered. No one replied. Footsteps pounded overhead—fast, running. I heard Nathaniel curse in the gloom. Then Evelyn’s sharp voice cut through the darkness: “They found us.” My stomach clenched at her words. Another gunshot cracked overhead, splintering wood near the railing. Fort was already moving, calmly drawing a pistol from inside his coat. “You had a gun this whole time?” I blurted. “Elon,” he said coolly. “Right. Bad timing.” Somebody slammed into a hallway wall upstairs, shak
Last Updated: 2026-05-30
Chapter: THE WOMAN WHO DIEDFORT’S POVFor a few seconds, I genuinely thought I was hallucinating.Not metaphorically.Not emotionally.Actually hallucinating.Because there was no logical explanation for Evelyn standing at the top of the staircase looking calm and alive while rain battered the windows behind her like the world itself was trying to force its way inside.Two years.Two years of grief.Two years of silence.Two years of forcing myself to function after identifying her car at the bottom of the ocean cliffs.And now she stood in front of me wearing black silk and that same unreadable expression I used to spend entire nights trying to decode.Beside her, Nathaniel leaned lazily against the railing as if this entire situation wasn’t catastrophic.I hated him immediately.The mansion suddenly felt too small.Too cold.The scent of rain drifted through the open doorway behind us while thunder rolled across the ceiling overhead.Still, Evelyn didn’t move.Didn’t smile again.Didn’t look guilty.That part
Last Updated: 2026-05-29
Chapter: STILL HEREELON’S POVThere were certain sentences capable of ruining an entire evening instantly.“We found Nathaniel” was apparently one of them.“In Evelyn Vale’s old house.”That part somehow made it significantly worse.The atmosphere inside the penthouse changed so fast it felt physically violent.One second Fort had me pinned against the edge of the table kissing me like he was trying to forget the world existed.The next—every trace of warmth disappeared from him completely.It was honestly terrifying how quickly he could become cold again.“Mara,” Fort said calmly beside me, which was impressive considering his expression looked one inconvenience away from homicide, “how exactly did Nathaniel gain access to that property?”Her voice crackled faintly through the speaker.“The security system was manually overridden from inside the residence.”Silence.Oh, good.That sounded deeply horrifying.Fort held my gaze for one brief second before taking the phone from my hand.“Is he still there
Last Updated: 2026-05-28
Chapter: WHEN CONTROL BREAKSELON’S POVAdrian left forty minutes later.Not dramatically.Which somehow felt more dramatic for him.One moment he was leaning against the kitchen counter drinking expensive whiskey like a morally questionable cryptid, and the next he was buttoning his coat while the storm battered the penthouse windows.Before leaving, he paused near the doorway and looked directly at Fort.“You’re spiraling,” he said calmly.Fort didn’t even glance up from the documents spread across the dining table.“I’m working.”“No,” Adrian replied. “You’re avoiding.”I looked between them cautiously.Honestly, it felt less like a conversation and more like two dangerous men fencing emotionally.Fort finally lifted his eyes.“And yet you’re still here.”Adrian smiled faintly.“Unfortunately, I like you.”“That sounds like poor judgment.”“Usually.”Then Adrian’s gaze shifted toward me briefly.“Try not to let him isolate himself tonight.”Fort looked deeply unimpressed.“Elon is not my emotional support anim
Last Updated: 2026-05-27
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