LOGINSienna Dante required me at his side for every public appearance. Charity dinners. Quiet meetings in private rooms where men in expensive suits spoke in coded sentences.I wore the dresses Rosa laid out, stood close enough that cameras caught the ring on my finger, and answered when spoken to. At night the rules shifted.He started with the tie.I came out of the bathroom one evening in one of his shirts and nothing else. He was already waiting, black silk tie loose in his hand.“Wrists,” he said.I should have refused. But before I even realized what I was doing, my hands were already held out.He bound them in front of me, firm but careful not to cut circulation, then guided me to the edge of the bed. He spent a long time with his mouth between my legs, slowly and relentless, tongue circling and pressing until my thighs shook and every breath turned into a broken sound. Every time I got close he pulled back, kissed the inside of my knee, and started again. He only hummed agains
Sienna A week of shared silence and locked doors ended the night someone tried to reach me. I found the note slipped under a serving tray Rosa brought up. Just a folded scrap with a phone number and three words in my father’s old associate’s handwriting: “We can get you out.” I should’ve burned it. Instead, I stood there staring at it, unable to look away. Dante found out before the hour was up. I just didn’t know what he’d do when he did. He didn’t knock. He walked into the suite while I was still holding the paper, took it from my fingers, read it once, and said, “Come with me.” We went down two flights of stairs I had never been allowed to use. Concrete walls. A heavy door. Inside, a man I half-recognized from my father’s parties sat zip-tied to a chair, face already swelling, blood dripping from a split lip onto his shirt. Dante closed the door behind us. “This is Marco,” he said, voice calm. “He thought he could contact my wife without consequences.” Marco’s
SiennaThree days later they made me his wife in a room with no flowers and no music.Just Dante, two of his men, a bored-looking lawyer, and my sister Claire standing in the corner with her arms wrapped around herself. She looked smaller than usual. I hadn’t been allowed to speak to her alone since the night I signed.The lawyer read the terms out loud like he was reciting a grocery list. Dante stood beside me in a black suit, expression blank. When it was my turn to say the words, my mouth felt full of sand.“I do.”His voice came right after, low and steady. “I do.”No kisses. No ring beyond the simple band he slid onto my finger like it was just another signature. The lawyer packed up his papers. Claire stepped forward once, eyes wet, and I pulled her into a quick hug before one of the men gently but firmly moved her toward the door.“I’ll be fine,” I whispered against her hair. “Go.”She left. The door shut. And just like that, it was done.Back at the estate the housekeeper,
Sienna They dragged me into his study like I was already dead.Two men held my arms so tight I could feel the bruises forming. The door shut behind us with a heavy click. Dante Moretti sat behind a massive desk, sleeves rolled up, a glass of whiskey in one hand like this was just another Tuesday night for him.He didn’t look up right away. Just kept reading whatever paper was in front of him.“Let me go,” I screamed. My voice came out steadier than I expected.One of the men tightened his grip. Dante finally raised his eyes. The kind of stare that made people disappear.“Leave us,” he ordered.The men let go and walked out without a word. The door locked again.I stayed on my feet, arms crossed, heart slamming against my ribs.“Your father stole from me,” Dante said, voice low and flat. “Two point four million. Then he tried to run. We found him three hours ago.”“Where is he?” I choked out, barely holding back tears. “Where did you take my father?”“Alive. For now.” He set the gla
Lena's POV A call came just after dark. Ezra put it on speaker so everyone could hear the voice on the other end.It was one of the night guards from the east wing. Panic under the words.“Warden’s got the full list. Your names. The girls’ names. He’s mobilizing in the morning. If you’re still in the city by sunrise he’ll find you.”The line went dead.Silence filled the room.Sadie was the first to speak. “So that’s it. We run or we get dragged back.”Ronan’s hand settled on the back of her neck. “You’re not getting dragged anywhere.”Declan’s arm was already around my waist. “We had an exit route before you two ever walked into that block. It’s ready. New papers. A place three states away that doesn’t ask questions. We leave tonight.”Ezra looked at me and Sadie in turn. “The only question left is whether you’re coming with us. Not as a trade. Not as a debt. As the people we choose.”Nico’s voice was quieter. “We already decided. We’re not leaving you behind. But you both have to
Lena's POV A message flashed through on the old burner phone Ezra had kept. One line. Clear enough.{ Wardens pulling every camera feed from the night of the riot. Looking for his daughter and her friend. Names already flagged.}I read it twice. The words sat heavy in my chest.Declan took the phone from my hand and passed it to Ezra. Nobody spoke for a few seconds.Then Ronan’s voice cut through, quiet and final. “He’s not getting near them.”Ezra nodded once. “We move if we have to. But we don’t hand them over. Not now. Not ever.”Nico looked straight at me and Sadie. “You two don’t face him alone. That’s done.”Sadie’s fingers found mine and squeezed. I squeezed back.Declan’s hand settled at the back of my neck, warm and steady. “You’re staying with us. We figure the rest out together.”The protectiveness in the room was thick enough to taste. It should have scared me. Instead it settled something that had been restless for years.⋆༺♡༻⋆Later, when the lights were low and the
JEZEBEL "Dinner at my place tonight. Seven sharp. Do not be late." That was all Jax said. No please, no extra words. Just that deep commanding tone even through a message.I spent the rest of the day distracted, shifting in my chair because I was already getting wet thinking about what he had plan
JEZEBEL The next afternoon I could not stop thinking about him. My mind was still aching from the night before. I grabbed the old toolbox my uncle had left at our last family thing and used it as my excuse. I texted Jax quickly. "Hey, dropping off something for uncle at your place. You home?" He
JEZEBEL “𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 7-𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.” I sat across from my best friend Sarah on her couch, a half empty bottle of wine between us. "I've known her for sucking a ridiculous amount of dicks
JEZEBEL “Hey, baby,” Jax said warmly. “Still feeling me from last night?”I smiled, cheeks heating. “Mhm.”“My place tonight, eight o’clock. Marcus will be here. Wear something easy to take off.”My breath caught. “Jax…”“I got you,” he murmured gently. “We’ll go slow, making sure you feel safe an







