Dread washes over me in a suffocating wave.He's setting a trap.And there's a chance their heads aren't clear enough not to walk right into it.War's voice cuts through, sharper now. "Didn't know those fuckers were tailing me. How'd you catch the tracker?"Silas smirks, like War just gave him a com
AlyssaThe second we step inside Silas's hellhole, his guards pat us down for wires, weapons, and anything else that might help us get out of here alive.War grips my arm—just firm enough to make it clear I'm not to be touched by anyone but Silas.We move in silence, following Lee and the guards up
Guards flood the entry—too many to count, but that doesn't matter.They're between us and her."Where are they?" I shout, ducking behind a stairwell as rounds shred the wall behind us. King glances at his phone. "Basement. She hasn't moved for twelve minutes."Fuck. What if Silas already killed War
On King's phone, the red dot stops moving.Up ahead, brake lights flicker through the dark.An iron gate slams shut just as the last car slips inside. Sealing my sweet girl in with them. King kills the headlights, melting the Charger into the dark.The rest of our convoy follows—quiet. Synchronize
Nikolai"That was his plan?" I mutter, standing the second the last sedan's taillights vanish into the trees. My knees crack like they're pissed at me for crouching that long. "He's gonna get himself fucking killed."No one answers. Not that they need to.King's already locked in—jaw set, shoulders
War smirks. "Smart choice."The rep dials and puts it on speaker.Two rings.Then a voice cuts through the air—smooth, cold, and unmistakably Silas.One I've heard in my nightmares over and over again."I assume you're calling because you've got her."The rep clears his throat. "Sir, there's been...
And they really don't give a fuck. I tilt my head up.I can't see him.But I feel him.His gaze. His fury.It scorches across my skin like fire through dry brush.I stare into the dark—right where I know he's watching—hoping he sees it.Hoping they all see it.No fear. No hesitation.Just trust.In
It's the kind of twisted voyeurism that would end with all of them staking their claim the second War pulls out. Fuckkk. I roll my hips into him—needy, reckless, aching for more. His breath stutters.I can't see his face, but I love that I can hear how much I affect him. How much he probably wan
AlyssaOnly a mile or so out from the rendezvous point, War veers off the road and kills the headlights.The world disappears into black.No streetlights. No houses. Just the restless hush of wind in the trees and the low tick of the engine cooling. He doesn't say a word.Simply jerks his chin towa