LOGINLorenzo’s POV“You’re not actually going to meet him.” Jovan’s voice was low, urgent, his hand tightening around mine as we walked fast toward the car. “Lorenzo, if he’s the one who’s been feeding information, walking up to him and saying ‘on our way’ is basically handing him a countdown to disappear.”“That’s exactly what I want him to think he has.” I unlocked the car, glancing back once toward the motel, where sirens were starting to bleed red and blue against the dark. “A man who thinks he’s still hidden makes mistakes a man who thinks he’s caught never would. I need him comfortable long enough to slip.”“And if he’s not alone when we get there?”“Then we’re not alone either.” I looked at Dante’s name still glowing on my screen. “Dante — location on Marcus’s phone, now, quiet. Don’t let him know we’re pulling it.”“On it,” Dante said, already breathing easier than he had a minute ago, already back to being the steadiest thing in my night. “Give me two minutes.”Jovan slid into the
No matter how hard I scrub my skin, oil still lingers. Even if I scrub my knuckles until it burns or until the water turns black it never leaves. So I don't bother anymore.This is what I love and I guess certain things come with certain consequences. And this is what I get for playing with oil. Cute girl aesthetics was never really my thing to begin with anyways.I was rinsing my hands behind the shop when I heard the bikes approaching the house.I didn’t need to look up to know it was the Iron serpent returning to the club house. I has grown up with that sound. It was a sound meant to remind the world who owned the road.But my stomach tightened with tension when a small attendant who had just hoi the club rushed to the shop to inform me my dad was calling me in. I shut off the tap and wiped my hands on my jeans, even though it didn’t help. I took in several deep breaths to calm my nerves as I approached the club house. The sun was already dipping low, giving the sky a beautiful
No matter how hard I scrub my skin, oil still lingers. Even if I scrub my knuckles until it burns or until the water turns black it never leaves. So I don't bother anymore.This is what I love and I guess certain things come with certain consequences. And this is what I get for playing with oil. Cute girl aesthetics was never really my thing to begin with anyways.I was rinsing my hands behind the shop when I heard the bikes approaching the house.I didn’t need to look up to know it was the Iron serpent returning to the club house. I has grown up with that sound. It was a sound meant to remind the world who owned the road.But my stomach tightened with tension when a small attendant who had just hoi the club rushed to the shop to inform me my dad was calling me in. I shut off the tap and wiped my hands on my jeans, even though it didn’t help. I took in several deep breaths to calm my nerves as I approached the club house. The sun was already dipping low, giving the sky a beautiful
I had taken off a whole week from my Alpha duties for one reason: to spend every waking second with her.I walked down the sunlit corridor of the main estate, leading Nina by the hand. She walked beside me, her small hand swallowed up in mine. She was quiet, her shoulders stiff, her eyes scanning every corner of the hallway with a strange mixture of awe and nervous terror.She still thought she was hiding something from me. She still thought she was pulling off the ultimate deception, pretending to be her stepsister, Lora.She had no idea.I had known Nina for years. Long before her family tried to pull this foolish swap, long before she lost her sight, and long before she ever left her hometown with that useless ex-fiancé of hers. I had watched her from afar, memorizing every detail about her—her voice, her strength, her true name, and every single thing she loved.So when her family sent her to my territory in place of Lora, I didn't get angry. I played along. Because the woman sta
I opened my eyes, and my hand immediately reached out across the vast mattress, searching for warmth.The bed was empty. The dark gray sheets beside me were cold and untouched.I sat up, pulling the blanket to my chest as I looked around the sunlit master suite. Romeo was nowhere to be seen. A small sigh escaped my lips. Last night, he explicitly told me that he was taking at least a week off from pack duties to spend time with his new bride. Yet, on our very first morning, I was waking up alone.While I sat there wondering where he could have gone, the door clicked open.Romeo walked in, freshened up and wearing a fitted black sweater that hugged his muscular frame. In his hands, he carried two steaming ceramic mugs."Good morning, my wife," Romeo said, his voice deep and smooth as he walked over to the side of the bed. He set one of the mugs on the nightstand beside me.My heart did a sudden, violent flutter. For the first time in my life, someone was pampering me like this—bringin
That plan died the second I pushed open the door to the big exam room. The air felt heavy, like the moment before a storm breaks. I stopped with one foot inside.They were already there, all three.Jaden sat on the exam table by the window, one knee bouncing. Silas stood against the far wall in black, arms folded. In the chair by the desk, leaning back like he owned it, was a man I hadn’t met. Sandy hair. Easy smile. Way too relaxed for this room.“Morning, Doc,” he said.“Checks don’t start until eight.”“I know. Couldn’t sleep.” He stood and held out his hand. “Lex Harlan.”I shook it. Warm. Dry. He let go at exactly the right moment, which somehow made it worse.“Why are you all here?” I asked.Nobody answered. Silas looked at the door, then at me. Lex smiled.“Great,” I muttered. “Alphabetical, then. Harlan, Kane, Rourke.”“That puts me last,” Jaden said.“Yes.”“I don’t like last.”“Take it up with the alphabet.”Lex laughed. Silas’s mouth twitched. Jaden stared at me like I’d sl
Lorenzo's POVJust like a vampire, I was never seen during the day but my business hours were at night time.The meeting was supposed to be civil.That was the word Grayson had used when he briefed me on the drive over. A sit-down between men who had grievances and enough shared interest to keep t
Lorenzo's POVI had dealt with hostile men before;Cartel lieutenants who had smuggled weapons under diplomatic plates. Politicians who had embezzled their way into debt and called it oversight. Rivals who had come to negotiating tables with knives hidden under their sleeves and smiles borrowed fro
JOVAN'S POVThe worst pain I'd ever felt aside from taking a kick to the balls was getting my head smashed into a wall.I woke up with a banging headache and it felt as though my head was a bit swollen at the side as I struggled to get off the bed.A….bed? Since when did hotel lobbied have…..? Wai
LORENZOI finally got him. The object of my desire, my sleepless and ire— the love of my life. I never thought I’d see him again, not after he nearly ruined my life of course. Of course, he wouldn’t recognize or remember me. My case was one of the many Jovan Rosfrith dismissed with the wave of a h







