Matt- Liam's best friend Julie- The woman that invited Leah to her wedding. Leah and Liam are quarreling over a video someone sent her of her husband kissing his best friend. It is supposed to be a scene before Aiden's POV, I apologize for the confusion and my slow updates. Thank you for reading 😩
LeahI imagined my hands wrapped around his throat, pressing hard until I had snuffed the fucking life out of him. But then again, he would wake before I even got a full grip.Maybe I should just stab him again.He groaned in his sleep. Strained. Like something was haunting him. A nightmare. It was a sight I saw almost every night since after Liam's visit.He turned on the bed, facing me. His brows furrowed. Jaw clenched tight.So, monsters have nightmares too.He shifted closer, trying to snuggle into me, seeking escape from whatever torment chased him.I was the last person he should cling to. I would pay whatever was aftrr him good money to catch him and make sure he never woke up again.His arm slid around my waist, pulling me in. I yanked it off, then rolled away from him.He groaned again, lower this time. He sounded in pain.I climbed off the bed, ignoring the way he murmured my name.The clock read 12:00 a.m.I moved silently into the sitting room, holding the mini calendar I
AidenIt didn't make sense that Dom was just hanging around the club all week. I had every reason to believe he was involved in this. Shady bastard. If he thought being so obvious would serve as some kind of alibi, then he didn't know me at all.One of these days, I would have him tied up in my basement.But as always, Julian was the real problem. Even when I had evidence of Dom trying to betray the family, he ignored them. He was letting him go cause he thought that would keep me in check. I chose to stay a capo. I chose not to act. If I wanted, I would kill Dom, and Julian wouldn't do shit. But I was a man who abided by the rules. My men and I swept the city for days without sleep. The new gang didn't have a name. Smart move. It made them harder to track. Everyone connected to them were dragged in. Interrogated. Those who wanted it the hard way. Got it. Those who refused to speak. Died painfully. Those who talked. Died anyway.First rule of the Kingston family: Never betray fami
LeahHe wrapped his arm around my waist, dragging me back into his chest.His face pressed into the curve of my neck. He inhaled deeply, as if he was trying to breathe me in."You didn't miss me?"My jaw clenched. "Not even my cock?" He added, pressing his hardness against my back.The knife in my hand loosened."I am holding a knife," I said.He chuckled. "And?"His hand slid up my arm, slowly, fingers curling around my wrist. He stopped my movement with ease."Planning on stabbing me again?""If I have to," I hissed.He pried the knife from my fingers. I flinched when his lips grazed my neck. His hand slipped under the shirt. His shirt. He brushed across my stomach, rough fingertips brushing sensitive skin."There are people—" I tried to stop him."No one's here," he said.I glanced around. Clare and Mira were gone."Can I continue?" He asked like he cared about my reply.The wetness of his shirt pressed into mine. He smelled of tobacco mixed with... blood.My hands trembled."D
LeahThe city looked like a restless sea of lights from the balcony where I stood. It seemed peaceful and untouchable. Like a dream I could never reach. Aiden was right. The city looked beautiful at night.There were people down there. Free people, laughing when they wanted to. Sharing meals, arguing, and living. Everything I used to know was down there, and I was up here locked away like some bird in a cage by a mad man. I hadn't seen him in days since Freya showed up.I thought I would welcome the silence. But no. The silence was maddening. The days dragged by like a slug, unlike when he was here. Time moved differently. Faster. It was easier to hope that this nightmare was almost over.I gripped the railing. Was this the only way to get my freedom? Did I even try hard enough to escape him?I bit my lip.It stung that there was no better way out, and some twisted part of me whispered that I hadn't wanted out badly enough. That I still felt something when he touched me.But it was
Leah,I stood at the foyer, gripping the railing as I looked down, watching Aiden giving orders to four men in a low, commanding voice. I couldn't make out the words, but I could feel the tension from where I stood. A muscle twitched in his cheek as he stood, and at one point, he smacked one of them, Scar, really hard on the head.Ever since that day he brought me here, he had given me nothing but cold, angry looks. I could tell he was barely controlling himself from hurting me with the way he ground his teeth whenever we crossed path. He was only holding back because of Aiden, and I really don't want to find out what would happen if he ever stopped.It was already afternoon, and there was still no sign of Storm. He usually drove me home in the morning, but today, he hadn't shown up, and Aiden had been absent all morning as well. I bit my bottom lip, the thought of spending another night in his place making my stomach twist.As if sensing my eyes on him, he turned and looked up his gaz
LeahI made a mistake. A terrible one.After everything I said about not giving him what he wanted, I still ended up right back in his arms.I thought all I had to do was lie down through it, but no. Aiden wasn't having it. He made sure to rip out every fucking reaction he wanted out of my body.He was an unleashed beast I had no business waking. The moment he sank into me, something snapped inside him.God, this man was rough and brutal. Gentle was a foreign word in his dictionary. One second I was on top of him, trying to stay in control. The next I was on my stomach, face buried in the couch, hips dragged up, his thrust deep and relentless.His hand locked around my throat, holding me in place as he groaned my name into my ear. Fucking me like he was trying to rip something out of me. Like my body owed him.I bit down on my lip to stop the cry from escaping when his grip tightened on my thighs, when he left marks I knew I would see later."I can't take any more," I gasped pushing a