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ARIA "I can't believe you're leaving me out of your plans today, Ari," Emma complained. I told Nico that I wouldn't let her find out about our tryst. And I wasn't about to spoil that just yet. "We'll catch up. Now, tell me something, how exactly did you know Nico?" "Well, he's my cousin's boss. Rich as fuck. Owns only the best clubs in Stonehaven and the entire United States of America. So I met him when my cousin introduced us, telling Nico that I was a good artist. I think I gave him the inspiration bottle for one of his breweries." "So he's an entrepreneur." "Yeah, and heading on to become the first trillionaire in that line of business." "Trillionaire? How is it even possible he comes out like that?" "Like how?" "Attend clubs? Isn't he worried he'd get mobbed?" "Oh, you mean paparazzied?" she scoffed, like that was the least of Nico's problems. "He is dangerous as well. So if I were anyone, I'd keep off." "Gotta go," I said, before Emma would poison my head with reasons why I should give Nico a wide berth. "Catch you later." It wasn't even up to 24 hours yet and my pussy was already craving for his touch again. And owing to the fact that my father just said we'd be staying in Stonehaven longer than expected, probably until he was done with whatever case he was working on, I knew I'd had ample opportunity to meet with Nico. That was if he would have me. I opened my wardrobe and selected a dress that I knew would fit my body perfectly, show off my shape but it wouldn't reveal too much. After all, I didn't think someone like Nico would be alone. The dress I picked had an open back, a slit in the leg and a low neckline that would bring any man's eyes where I wanted. It had a bold red color, and it was two of a kind. I had gotten the dress for myself a year ago and hadn't worn it again after Charles dumped me for someone else even before I left town. I was going to get the other deep emerald color as reinforcement but there wasn't enough time to dilly. I took my bath, put on some makeup, wore the dress and added some perfume for effect. I looked at myself in the mirror and I felt like someone a man would want to devour at first sight. Then I went to my father's closet and stole one of his coats. I took my handbag, locked the house and went to the address. *** "This is you," announced the cabbie. "You live here?" "No. My friend does." The cabbie whistled. "He's rich." We had stopped in front of a gated compound that was located on a private estate. The building itself was a mansion with glass walls, white stone, and sleek black accents. I pressed the button and a voice told me to wait for a minute. Soon a limousine arrived, picked me, and dropped me at the front door, where Nico stood waiting for me. There was a fleet of exotic cars and the driveway was lined with palm trees that looked as if they had been imported. I took off the coat, as the door opened itself. Then I got out and he walked towards me. He was wearing a velvety robe and I wondered if he had any other thing underneath. Nico flashed me a smile that disarmed me immediately. "You didn't call, lovely one." The way he called me lovely one, I felt desired. "I can trace an address," I told him. Nico took me in his arms and dropped kisses on both cheeks. "I wanted to show you around but I guess I'll let your trace somewhere on my body first." As I walked beside him, it felt like I was floating. Inside the house were floors made with marble, gold rimmed furniture and paintings. It was my first time of meeting someone who actually bought art pieces and kept them in his home. "Be warned," he whispered into my ear, just the way he had done in the restroom, making my pussy tingle. "My house is controlled my voice. If you say the wrong word while you moan, it just might happen." "You're joking," I told him. "I'm not." "You didn't configure my voice, did you?" "You'd be surprised at the things I am capable of, lovely one. Let's go up to my room. This floor has nothing to offer you yet." "What if I need a cup of water?" He placed my hand on his dick, which was already hardening. I gasped. "You'll drink my cum then." He carried me in his arms up to his room. There was a king sized bed and that was where he dropped me. But he didn't leave. "My friend told me that you are dangerous. Should I believe her?" He inclined his head to the left and kissed my neck. "I've been looking at this dress ever since you alighted. And it would be a pleasure to fuck you in it. The sensuality of your outfit would only make fucking you more... delicious. So, yes, I am a dangerous man, lovely one. And any man who can do what I do should be tagged as such." I used a hand to smoothen his hair. "That said, you don't seem dangerous to me, Nico. You seem like a man who knows how to drive a woman crazy. I like your kind of dangerous." Without any warning, he peeled his robe off his body, and yes, I had guessed right. He wasn't wearing anything underneath so I saw his nakedness for the first time. Broad chest and shoulders, abs, and pecs just the right size. I ran my hands over his body, feeling the tautness of flesh against bone. "You're powerful, daddy," I murmured. "And you are beautiful, lovely one." Nico pulled my legs close to him, put them above his head, bought out his already erect massive dick and rubbed it against my folds. I squirmed in pleasure. "That's it, lovely one. That's it. I am going to fuck you until you can't. walk, Then I am going to make you entirely mine.78THE SAFE ROOMARIAThe first thing I noticed was how fast everyone moved.There was no confusion.No panic.No shouting.The moment the gunfire echoed through the estate, every guard in the hallway seemed to switch into a different version of themselves. Their movements became sharper, more deliberate, as though they had rehearsed this exact scenario dozens of times.Maybe they had.Marcus placed himself slightly in front of me."Stay between us."I nodded.My throat had gone dry.Another burst of gunfire echoed from somewhere below.The sound reverberated through the walls of the house, making my pulse spike again.The intruders were inside.Actually inside.Not at the gates.Not outside the perimeter.Inside.The realization felt surreal.Yesterday, this house had seemed untouchable.Now it felt like a battlefield.Marcus touched the radio clipped to his shoulder."Status."Static crackled.Then a voice answered."North corridor compromised. Two hostiles confirmed."Another voice
SECOND HALF OF THE PLANARIAI turned immediately."Come in."The door opened and one of Luca's guards stepped inside.It was Marcus, one of the men I had seen around the estate several times.Tall.Serious.Professional."Everything okay?" I asked."Yes, miss."The fact that he answered so quickly made me suspicious."You're lying."His expression didn't change."I assure you, I'm not."I folded my arms."Then why are there twice as many guards outside my room as there were this afternoon?"That finally earned a reaction.A small one.But enough.Marcus hesitated."Additional precautions.""Because of Luca's operation?""Partially."The knot in my stomach tightened."What happened?""Nothing has happened.""Marcus."He sighed.Very slightly."The boss requested increased security before he left."That wasn't an answer.It was an avoidance.And we both knew it.Before I could press further, a voice crackled through the radio attached to his shoulder.Static.Then—"Movement detected n
HALF THE PLAN LUCAA sharp whistle suddenly cut through the rain.Luca’s instincts reacted instantly.“Move!”He grabbed the wounded guard and threw both of them sideways just as an explosive detonated against the crates behind them.The blast shook the entire loading area.Metal screamed.Fire erupted briefly before rain began smothering it.The force of the explosion slammed Luca hard against the pavement.Pain shot through his shoulder.For half a second, his hearing dulled into a high ringing tone.Then reality crashed back all at once.Gunfire.Shouting.Rain.Chaos.The wounded guard groaned nearby.Alive.Good.Luca pushed himself up quickly, ignoring the ache in his arm.The explosion had changed things.Smoke now filled part of the loading bay, creating temporary cover.An opportunity.“Dominic,” he said sharply into the comms. “Fall back to the west exit.”“We’re pinned!”“You won’t be in ten seconds.”Luca grabbed a flash grenade from his jacket.Pulled the pin.Then threw
75THE KILL ZONELUCAThe rain made everything harder.Visibility.Movement.Blood.Water poured down the steel containers in endless streams while gunfire ripped through the dockyard from multiple directions. The sharp cracks of rifles echoed violently across the waterfront, blending with the distant thunder rolling over Stonehaven.Luca stayed low behind the container as another round of bullets tore into the metal above them.Sokolov’s men had positioned themselves perfectly.Elevated angles.Crossfire coverage.Limited escape routes.Professional.Very professional.Dominic checked his weapon beside him, breathing controlled despite the chaos erupting around them.“How bad?”Luca glanced toward the far end of the dockyard where two of his men were pinned behind a forklift under relentless fire.“Bad enough.”A voice burst through the comms.“Roof team on the east side!”Another burst of gunfire followed immediately after.Then silence.Luca’s expression darkened.One of his men wa
74THE DOCKSLUCAOld warehouses lined the waterfront like giant shadows, their rusted structures illuminated only by scattered streetlights and the distant glow of cargo ships out on the water.Stonehaven’s polished image disappeared here.This was the part of the city tourists never saw.The part that belonged to smugglers, traffickers, and men who preferred conducting business away from cameras.Luca had spent years navigating places exactly like this.And tonight, every instinct he possessed told him something was wrong.The convoy finally slowed near the end of a narrow side street.“There,” Dominic said quietly.Luca looked ahead.An old warehouse stood near the water, partially hidden behind stacks of shipping containers. Most of the building remained dark except for faint light spilling from a few upper windows.It looked abandoned.Which usually meant it wasn’t.The SUVs stopped.Rain tapped softly against the roof as Luca studied the building for several long seconds.“Therm
73THE WAITING ARIAHis voice was quieter now.Deadlier.“You don’t get to pull pieces out of my past just because you’re frustrated.”“I’m not frustrated.”“Then what are you?”The question hit harder than I expected.What was I?Terrified?Angry?Confused?All of it.“I’m tired,” I admitted quietly. “I’m tired of feeling powerless.”Something in Luca’s expression shifted again.The anger faded slightly, replaced by something more complicated.Understanding.He walked toward me slowly until only a small distance remained between us.“You are not powerless,” he said quietly.“Then why does everyone keep making decisions for me?”“Because keeping you alive matters.”“To who?”His gaze locked onto mine.“To me.”The words landed with startling force.The air between us seemed to tighten instantly.Neither of us moved.For one dangerous moment, everything else faded—the guards, the threats, the war building around us.It was just him.Just the intensity in his eyes.Just the way my puls







