تسجيل الدخولMark POVThe war room in the safe house basement hummed with controlled tension. Multiple screens showed live feeds, satellite imagery, and decrypted comms traffic. Hector stood at the main console, Beth worked furiously on two laptops, and I leaned against the table, Sage pressed close to my side.My body still ached — stitches tight, burns stinging — but the pain kept me sharp.Vincent DeLuca was making his move.“Confirmed sighting,” Hector reported. “Six vehicles left the old DeLuca warehouse thirty minutes ago. Thermal imaging shows at least twenty armed men. They’re heading toward the city center, but we lost visual two blocks from the interstate.”Beth pushed her glasses up. “They’re using encrypted burners and signal jammers. I’m cracking the latest layer now, but it’s going to take time. Vincent learned from his grandfather — he’s not rushing in blind.”Sage’s hand tightened on my arm. “What does he want?”“Revenge,” I said quietly. “Alice promised him the remnants of the emp
Sage POVThe words hung in the air like smoke from the explosion we had barely escaped.Vincent DeLuca was coming.The man whose family had murdered my father, the one Mark had spent years fighting in the shadows — he was already in the country, and his target was me.I stood there in Mark’s oversized shirt, still feeling the warmth of his cum between my thighs from minutes ago, and felt the shift from relief to cold determination.Mark’s arm tightened around my waist. His body was tense, every muscle coiled despite the fresh stitches and burns.“How long do we have?” he asked Hector, voice low and dangerous.“Unknown,” Hector replied. “The message was sent right before the explosion. Vincent moves fast and quiet. He could be here in hours or days. But he won’t come alone. He has what’s left of the DeLuca network behind him.”Beth crossed her arms. “I’m already running traces on every known alias and flight manifest. But Vincent learned from his grandfather. He’s a ghost when he wants
Mark POVMorning light filtered through the reinforced windows of the safe house. My body ached like hell — stitches pulling at my side, burns throbbing on my arm — but the weight of Sage curled against my chest made everything else feel distant.She was still asleep, naked and warm, one leg thrown over mine. Her breathing was soft and steady. Dried tears marked her cheeks from last night. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my thumb tracing her swollen lips.Mine.After everything — the explosion, the blood, Alice’s final laugh — she was still here. Still mine.I shifted slightly and winced. The movement woke her.Sage’s eyes fluttered open, smoky and soft at first, then sharpening with worry as she remembered.“Mark…” She sat up carefully, her hand gently touching the bandage on my side. “How do you feel?”“Like I got blown up,” I said, voice rough with sleep and smoke damage. “But better now that you’re awake.”She leaned down and kissed me — slow, deep, full of relief. I gro
Sage PovThe safe house was a sleek, fortified penthouse on the outskirts of the city — one of Mark’s many hidden properties. The moment the SUV pulled into the underground garage, Mark’s body finally started to give out. He had lost too much blood. The burns on his arm and the deep gash on his side were worse than he let on.Hector and two medics who were already waiting helped him inside. I refused to leave his side, my hand gripping his tightly the entire way.“Stay with me, Daddy,” I whispered fiercely as they laid him on the medical bed in the emergency room setup. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”Mark’s green eyes found mine, hazy with pain but still burning with that dark possession. “Not going anywhere, little bird. Not when I still owe you a proper fucking.”The medics worked fast — cleaning wounds, stitching the gash, treating the burns. I sat on the edge of the bed, holding his hand, my thumb stroking his knuckles.Beth hovered nearby, looking exhausted but relieved. “The
Sage POVThe explosion ripped through the power plant like the wrath of God.A deafening boom shook the ground beneath my feet. The force threw me forward, slamming me into Hector’s back. Heat and debris rained down as the utility room behind us erupted in flames and sparks.“Mark!” I screamed, my voice raw.I tried to run back, but Hector’s strong arms locked around my waist, holding me in place.“No! Sage, it’s too dangerous!” he shouted over the roaring fire.“Let me go!” I fought against him, tears streaming down my face. “He’s still in there! Mark!”Beth grabbed my arm, her face pale and streaked with soot. “The whole section is collapsing! We have to move!”I couldn’t breathe. The man I loved — my Daddy, the one who promised to fuck me senseless and call me his good girl — was trapped inside that inferno. The machine had reached zero. The overload had been catastrophic.Smoke billowed out of the doorway we had just escaped through. Flames licked the walls. The timer was gone. Ev
Sage POVGunfire exploded from the corridor like thunder.Hector spun, returning fire with deadly precision while Beth worked frantically on the machine’s control panel, her fingers a blur across the keys.“Thirty seconds!” she shouted. “I need thirty more seconds!”Mark kept Alice pinned against the machine, his bloody hand crushing her throat. Her face was turning purple, but her eyes still burned with hatred as she stared straight at me.I raised my gun toward the doorway, heart slamming against my ribs. Two more of Alice’s men burst in. I fired first — one shot hit the lead man in the shoulder, making him stumble. Mark finished him with a clean headshot.The second man got off a wild burst. A bullet grazed my left arm, burning like fire. I gasped but didn’t drop my gun.“Little bird!” Mark roared, his voice raw with fury.“I’m okay!” I yelled back, firing again. The man dropped.Blood trickled down my arm, but the pain only fueled the fire inside me.Alice laughed wetly through Ma
MARKMy wrists burned from the rope biting into my skin. The room was quiet, too quiet, except for the faint hum of the wind outside. My shoulder throbbed where Alice had shot me, but the pain wasn’t the worst part—it was being here. Trapped. Helpless.She sat across from me in an old wooden chair,
MARKThe ropes fell away from my wrists, leaving my skin raw and burning. My shoulder throbbed where she’d dug out the bullet, but I barely felt it. All I could think about was getting out—getting free.Alice stood in front of me, watching with that maddening, unreadable smile. She was too calm. To
I wanted to deny it. I wanted to tell her that nothing about this felt good—but my body was already betraying me. I was too far gone. The sound of ger ass slapping against my laps suddenly felt like music to my earsHer fingers traced down my chest, slow and teasing, as she ground against me. Every
Mark’s POVMark’s POVThe cell was quiet, but my mind was a war zone. I sat on the edge of the cold bench, elbows resting on my knees, fingers laced as I stared at the ground. I had counted every crack on the floor, memorized every shadow on the walls. And still, no answer.Until the cell door open







