LOGINTESSAThis past month, we’d lost well over a hundred staff.All of them… resignations.My husband thought putting a bounty on Brian’s head would be enough to keep the company active, but He underestimated just how deeply Brian was woven into Lang Corporation’s tapestry.Even those who hated him refused to go near him. They knew that targeting Brian meant risking their own lives. The only person capable of getting close to one of our most decorated mercenaries… was his own father.But Marcus had seemingly vanished off the face of the earth weeks ago.No rumors. No sightings. Nothing but an empty space no one else could fill.“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” Santos, coordinator of the New Mexico branch, said, “but New York isn’t our only problem. Colorado, California, and London are also casualties.”“Those three divisions combined aren’t nearly as important,” another delegate replied. “If we can’t regain control of New York, we have no foothold anywhere.”I had arranged the meet
THEOTwenty-four cars had reached the parking lot. One hundred and seventeen guests were present. Fifty-nine of them worked for him.The clock on the dashboard read 1:17 a.m.I glanced at my watch, then set the timer.Ten minutes.Ten minutes were all I needed to kill Wolfe Ferguson.I got out of the car and clicked it shut, clenching and relaxing my fists to create a warm rhythm my body could cling to.I hadn’t slept properly in three weeks. Not since that night at the club.Flashes of it still snapped across my mind, bolting threads of something hot and ugly up my nerves.“Your blood pressure is spiking, Theo,” Bertrand said through the coms. “Did you take your meds?”Clench. Unclench. Clench. Unclench.I ignored the purple streaks that travelled up my wrist and disappeared beneath my palm.“Theo, can you hear me?”They didn’t understand. None of them did.Brian was stalling. Mason was stalling. I hadn’t seen Tiffany in weeks, and when we finally got a lead… I still had to w
Chapter 212TIFFANY“A couple inches higher and you could've lost your entire hand.” She bandaged him. “Let's try to remember this is real life, not a superhero book where you can catch a bullet. Okay?”Mason let out a soft growl, then leaned back into his pillows while his henchwoman finished up.Meanwhile, I was standing at the far end of the room… mostly because a lot of stuff flashes across your mind when you think you're about to die.And yet……in that moment……right before Mason got to me……I came face-to-face with absolutely nothing.No fond memories. No stinging regrets.Just a blank nothingness that was as sad as it was endless.“By the way, good job on your first mission.” The henchwoman got off Mason's bed and turned back to me. “Hate to admit it, but you did a whole lot better than I did when I first—”“Don't lie to her,” Mason muttered without a care, resting fully into the warmth of his bed now.“Ignore him.” The henchwoman came closer. “You did well.”“I… really didn't
MAXShe tried to drug me… with a fucking aphrodisiac.I sat on the edge of the bed, rolling the pill between my fingers. Frustrated. Paranoid. Exhausted down to the bone.If I hadn’t switched those pills with sedatives at the last second, Vanessa would have—A low growl cracked down my throat, my fists clenching half a second later. I looked back at her, unconscious under the sheets. The drugs had hit faster than expected. I learned that the hard way my first time. This time, I kept it under my tongue and faked the drowsiness until she thought I was under.And, unsurprisingly, she fell for it. The lengths I had to go just to keep my head clear.I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to ground myself, when my phone buzzed on the nightstand.A small, almost inconspicuous sound cut through the quiet, yet it was sharp enough to snap something in my spine. That ‘sound’ only came from one app. And that one app was linked to only one person. Bianca.Her OnlyFans. I almost ignored it.
ADRIANPersonally, I've never seen a hostage as anything more than an opportunity to hone my skills.My entire life, all I've ever wanted was to become better at what I did. Better at what my father taught me.My entire life, that's all I was fed.I'd killed more people than I could remember. Tortured hundreds. Picked them apart so slowly and satisfyingly that no other addiction could ever come close.In the end, all that mattered was completing my mission……and getting exactly what I wanted.Tonight, that want was Bianca Langley.I loved watching her struggle like this, still so stupidly clawing for a way out even though this had been a journey of no return for weeks.However, I couldn't hide it much longer.The warmth crawling across my skin made that crystal clear.This would be the most fun I'd had in years.“I went through your inbox.”I turned toward the laptop, scrolling through the messages.“A shame you had to leave all this behind to go work for Sullivan. Your fans miss you
Mia's POV “Get off me! Get your… fucking hands… off me!!” I kept pounding his back with my hands, but from Brian's perspective, they were probably nothing but tickles. “Don't make bite you're fucking ear o—”“Would you drop wrigglin?” He tossed me to the bed, then clicked his room door shut with his foot. “You're gonna wake the whole damn house up” he groaned. It was a little hard to look pissed with my hair flying over my face and my cotton nightwear ruffled, so I sat up abruptly and raked a hand through my hair to pull it back. “You fucking… pussy” I cursed. “You tell me to fix her and then you chicken out?”“You were going overboard. I said fix her, not make her fucking slut.”“Ohhh” I feigned understanding. “Since when does Brian Callaghan not like sluts?”His jaw ticked, but the expression barely lasted a second before fizzling away. “You know, you're starting to get a little mouthy” he said. I raised a brow, unimpressed.“You used to like that too.”Silence. Just there. No







