LOGINHe was my brother’s best friend. My first love. The first man to ever taste me. Six years ago, Axel “Ghost” Cruz vanished, leaving my heart shattered and my body aching for a touch that never came again. I tried to bury the memory of him, trading the heat of the clubhouse for a cold, safe life in the city with a man who doesn't know how to make me scream. But my father’s murder has dragged me back to the world of leather and sin. And Axel is waiting for me. He’s no longer the boy I remember. He’s a massive, tattooed enforcer with eyes that strip me naked and a voice that feels like a dark caress. He is forbidden—my brother’s most lethal weapon and the one man I should never let touch me again. But when he traps me in the dark of the garage, his rough, scarred hands sliding over my skin, my body remembers everything. I’ve spent six years pretending I’m a lady, but one growl from him and I’m just his. The air between us is thick with a hunger that could burn this whole club to the ground Now, with a war breaking out and my brother watching my every move, I have to decide: do I stay safe and hollow, or do I surrender to the man who owns every inch of me? In this world, some sins feel too good to stop—and some desires are worth the ruin
View MoreEMILIA POV The sun had completed its descent behind the jagged peaks, leaving the entire valley wrapped in a deep, cool purple twilight that smelled of sage and wet earth. The children were still lingering near the edge of the lawn, their movements slowing as the exhaustion of the summer day finally caught up to their small frames. The peace inside the courtyard felt absolute, a perfect, unbroken seal that nothing could penetrate. And then, with a synchronized, jarring vibration that cut through the silence like a blade, three distinct cell phones buzzed simultaneously on the porch. Axel’s phone chimed from his breast pocket. Marcus’s phone let out a low, metallic ring from the adobe wall. My own device vibrated violently against my hip. The timing of the notification was entirely surgical—all at the exact same second, all tracking from the exact same encrypted, unknown international registry that we hadn't seen since our years in Europe. Axel pulled his phone out first, the soft
EMILIA POV The summer evening hung over the valley with a rare, absolute stillness that made the desert feel infinite. The sky was bleeding into a deep, magnificent amber that turned the entire property, the orchard, and the distant mountains into a sharp silhouette against the golden hour. Every single piece of our circle was gathered in the backyard for the sunset. Axel and I stood near the porch steps, our shoulders touching, while Marcus and Catherine were seated on the low adobe wall near the garden bed, and Isabella remained anchored in her rocking chair beneath the trees, her wool blanket neatly covering her lap against the incoming cool air. Marco and our little Isabella were leading the twins through the final patch of grass near the fence line, their young voices ringing out clearly through the quiet, amber air. The children were completely lost in their own world, oblivious to the adults watching them. Dmitri was charging after a stray yellow butterfly with a loud, energ
EMILIA POV The second summer after the twin heartbeats first filled the nursery arrived with an intense, golden heat that turned the entire valley into a beautiful, sun-drenched sanctuary of peace. The orchard was heavy with fruit, and the mountain winds kept the air sweet and clean. Late one Sunday afternoon, the light was bleeding a brilliant, warm amber across the lawn as all the children played together in the backyard, their voices echoing off the adobe walls. Dmitri was charging through the thick grass with a loud, joyful energy, chasing his sister Katarina, who was navigating the flowerbeds with a quick, clever agility that kept her one step ahead of his lunges. Marco, now taller and carrying himself with his father's steady posture, was leading them through a series of elaborate lawn games he had invented, while our little Isabella was sitting on a checkered blanket nearby, her serious dark eyes completely focused as she organized her wooden dolls in a neat line. They were e
AXEL POV The first birthday of the twins arrived exactly one year after that frantic morning in the Albuquerque delivery suite. We turned the entire central courtyard into a massive celebration, inviting our core foundation directors and the local staff who had become our extended family over the long journey out of the dark. The day was brilliant, the high desert sky a flawless sheet of blue that made the adobe walls glow like gold. Marco was tracking perfectly through his elementary school classes, running around the lawn with his friends from the valley, while our little Isabella was proving to be a terrifically sharp toddler, her dark eyes tracking every single movement in the courtyard with an intensity she inherited directly from her mother. Isabella, the elder, remained anchored in her wicker chair beneath the shade of the large cottonwood trees, her posture frail but her presence completely central to the geography of the room. Marcus and Catherine brought the twins out int






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