Mag-log inMarcus's POVChloe arrived at my apartment at exactly six PM, right on schedule for her rotation. The knock came soft but certain—three quick raps that I'd recognize anywhere now.I'd spent the whole day preparing. Cleaning corners that were already spotless. Checking the security systems for the third time. Making sure I had her favorite snacks stocked in the kitchen. Pathetic, really. I was acting like this was a date instead of a protection detail. But something about Chloe made me want to be more than just the guy with the gun.When I opened the door, she looked exhausted. Dark circles under her eyes. Hair pulled back in a messy bun. Shoulders slumped like she'd been carrying something heavy all day."Hey," I said, stepping aside. "Come in."She dropped her bag by the door and looked around my place. Her eyes moved slow, taking in the converted warehouse space—the exposed brick walls, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the furniture that
Chloe’s POVAt two in the morning, unable to sleep, I finally called Alina.I’d been putting it off for days. Weeks, maybe. Too ashamed to admit I was living the exact situation I’d judged her for.She answered on the second ring, sounding wide awake. “Chloe? What’s wrong?”“I need to talk to you.”“Okay. Hold on.” I heard movement, a door closing. “Okay, I’m in my office. Elena’s asleep, and I’ve got all night. Talk to me.”Where did I even start?“Remember when you got involved with Jaxon, Maddox, and Ronan?” I asked. “Remember how I said it was crazy and inappropriate and you should choose one?”“I remember. You were very vocal about it.”“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” My voice broke. “Because I get it now. I understand why you couldn’t choose. Why you needed all
Chloe’s POVI was reading on Lucian’s couch when my phone rang with a FaceTime call from Jake.My younger brother. The one person I’d been successfully avoiding for months.I almost didn’t answer. But guilt won out.“Hey, Jake.” I tried to sound normal, casual, like my life wasn’t a complete disaster.His face filled the screen—twenty-two, still baby-faced despite his attempts to grow a beard, wearing his college hoodie.“Finally!” He looked relieved and annoyed simultaneously. “Do you know how long it’s been since we actually talked?”“I know. Sorry. Work’s been crazy.”“Too crazy to text your brother back?” He narrowed his eyes. “What’s going on? And don’t say ‘nothing’ because Mom said you sounded weird last time she called.”“I talked to Mom?”“Weeks
Lucian’s POVI knocked on Dominic’s loft door at exactly eight AM, as scheduled. The rotation had Chloe moving to my place for the next two days, and I was early because I’d missed her.Pathetic, really. I’d seen her three days ago. But those three days felt like weeks.Dominic answered, shirtless and rumpled, clearly just woken up. “You’re early.”“Traffic was light.” I looked past him. “Is Chloe ready?”“She’s packing. Come in.”I stepped into the loft, immediately noticing the changes. Chloe’s things scattered around—her laptop on the table, her jacket on the couch, coffee mug in the sink. She’d made herself at home here in a way she hadn’t at my place.Something unpleasant twisted in my chest.“Coffee?” Dominic offered, heading to the kitchen.“Sure.”He moved around the space wit
Dominic’s POVI pushed inside her—slow, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. Her mouth fell open. A sound came out, something between a gasp and a moan, and her nails dug into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood."Fuck," she whispered. "Dominic… you're so…""Am I hurting you?""No. God, no. Don't stop. Please don't stop."I bottomed out inside her, and we both stilled for a moment, breathing each other's air, foreheads pressed together. Her walls fluttered around me, adjusting to my size. She was so tight. So warm. So perfect."You okay?" I asked."More than okay." She kissed me, soft and sweet. "Move. Please."I did.I pulled out slow, then pushed back in, setting a rhythm that was deep and deliberate. Each thrust made her gasp. Each withdrawal made her whimper. Her legs tightened around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I groaned against her neck."Like that?" I asked.
Dominic’s POVChloe had been staying at my loft for two days, and I was losing my mind.Not because she was difficult or demanding. Because she was there—in my space, wearing my clothes when she ran out of clean ones, curled up on my couch reading while I painted, making coffee in my kitchen like she belonged there.And God, I wanted her to belong there.It was past midnight on her second night. She sat on the floor near my easel, watching me work on a new piece. I’d offered her the couch, but she preferred being close.“Can you teach me?” she asked suddenly.I looked down at her. “To paint?”“Yeah. I want to try.”I shouldn’t have said yes. Painting was intimate for me—putting my trauma on canvas, processing emotions through art. Teaching someone meant sharing that vulnerability.But I grabbed a fresh canvas anyway.“Come here.”She stood, and I positioned her in front of the blank space. Handed her a brush.“What do I paint?” she asked.“Whatever you feel.”“I feel scared.”“Then pa
Alina’s POV - Trial Day FiveI wasn’t scheduled to testify again, so I could sit in the audience and watch. The courtroom had become familiar over the past week—the same wooden benches, the same quiet conversations, the same feeling of anticipation every time a new witnes
Alina’s POVDocuments appeared on screens, the original license plate registration, showing the car belonged to a known Vulture member. Police reports from that night showing Reeves’ original statement before it was “corrected.” Financial records showing large payments from Vulture accounts to Hart
Alina’s POVI reached the safe room to find the door blown open, smoke pouring out. Inside, Ghost was down but alive, clutching his leg where he’d been shot. Two Vultures stood over Chloe, who’d been knocked to the ground but was fighting back with surprising strength.I didn’t think. Didn’t hesita
Alina’s POV Tommy’s office was located on the second floor, nestled between two important rooms—one for strategy discussions and the other for storing weapons. This placement allowed him to keep an eye on operations while still having quick access to any weapons if needed. According to Ronan, who







