LOGINLovers of dark romance/Mafia Erotica gather here! đ Allison is a 21-year-old girl whose father abandoned their family years ago, leaving her to shoulder the burden of caring for her sick mother and twin siblings. She works multiple manual jobs, including as a cleaner at one of the city's most luxurious hotels, determined to make ends meet for her family. Her life takes an unexpected turn on a fateful day when she crosses paths with Clyde Butch. Clyde, a mysterious and powerful man, is in the city for business and staying at the hotel where Allison works. While cleaning his suite, Allison, sweaty and exhausted, decides to cool off in his bathtub, thinking no one would catch her. But Clyde does. Instead of anger, her bold yet innocent actions intrigue him. Seeing an opportunity, Clyde manipulates the situation to draw her into his life. He hides his true identity and makes her fall for him. But as Allison is swept into Clyde's dangerous world of bloodshed, gangs, and crime, she faces a harsh reality. Can she survive in his world of secrets and violence? Or will it break her completely?
View MoreClydeâs povI stared at the screen of my laptop, but honestly, I hadnât read a single word on it in the last ten minutes.Snow kept falling outside the glass windows of the office cabin, covering the island in white again. The fireplace burned softly behind me, the crackling sound filling the quiet room while I leaned back in my chair and rubbed a tired hand over my jaw.A Vacation. That was what this was supposed to be.But men like me never really stopped working, not completely.Jaleel had sent over reports earlier, and even though Alison kept trying to drag me away from work every five minutes, there were still things I had to handle before we returned home tomorrow.My phone rang suddenly against the desk. Diego. I picked up immediately.âHello?ââHeâs dead.âMy fingers stilled, I leaned back slowly into the chair.âConfirmed?âDiego exhaled on the other side. âConfirmed enough. The car exploded on the bridge. Driver died instantly. Most of our men around got caught in the blast
Authorâs povThe lullaby came first. Soft voice, almost like a memory fighting to stay alive.âStay with me, my little girl⊠my darling baby⊠mama loves you so muchâŠâThe womanâs voice floated gently through the room while the little girl giggled beneath pink blankets, tiny fingers reaching for her motherâs face.Thenâ BANG!A violent knock slammed against the door.The little girl startled immediately, lower lip trembling before tears spilled from her eyes.Another bang echoed, louder this time.The woman turned sharply toward the door, panic flashing across her face, and Laxâs eyes snapped open.The memory disappeared instantly, darkness swallowed the room around him.For a second, he stayed still on the couch, chest rising heavily while sweat clung to his skin. His jaw tightened hard enough to hurt.The banging came again, real this time.Lax reached beneath the pillow beside him, fingers wrapping around the gun before he stood up carefully. Pain shot through his side immediately.
Clydeâs pov The world outside disappeared for almost an entire day. Snow kept falling beyond the windows of the cottage, thick and endless, but Allison barely let me breathe long enough to notice it. Not that I minded. From the moment we got back from the city after the proposal, she barely left my side. Somewhere between kisses, lazy conversations, tangled sheets, shared showers, and hours spent wrapped around each other near the fireplace, time stopped mattering. We made love every chance we got. It was the kind of peace Iâd never known how to keep. And maybe that was why I held onto it so tightly. The ring stayed on her finger the entire time. Every single time it caught the light, something shifted inside my chest all over again. Not possession or ownership. Just⊠that she was mine. My future, my girl, my fiancĂ©e. That word alone still felt unreal. By the time night settled over the cottage again, Allison had fallen asleep against my chest near the fire downstairs,
Authorâs PovThe harsh sound of fists slamming against the punching bag echoed violently through the room.Again. And again.And again.Sweat rolled down Laxâs body in thick drops, his breathing uneven as rage burned through him like wildfire. The chain holding the heavy bag rattled loudly each time he struck it, but it still wasnât enough.Nothing was enough.With a furious growl, he threw one last punch before shoving the bag away violently.The table beside him crashed over a second later.Glass shattered across the floor.âFuck!âHis roar filled the underground room.Twenty-four hours.That was how long it had been since Alaric disappeared.The original plan had been simple. Meet Alaric, finalize the arrangement with the Mexicans. Move against Clyde, and I get what I came for forSimple plan but nothing was simple anymore.Because according to the few men who escaped, Diego had intercepted the entire operation.And now?Nobody knew where Alaric was.One of Laxâs men hurried into t
ClydeThe warehouse smelled like metal and oil and old blood. I could barely breathe. We had retreated to one of my hideouts.âHow?â I roared, hurling the glass across the room. It shattered against the concrete wall and sprayed down like rain. âHow does he move them out of the country and I donât
AllisonThe guns were still pointed. No one had lowered anything.The air felt thick â like smoke had filled the room even though nothing was burning yet.Then Clydeâs phone buzzed, the sound was small. But in that silence, it was violent.His eyes flicked down for half a second. That was all. Just
AllisonThe clock on the wall wasnât loud. But I could hear it.Tick. Tick. Tick.Each second scraped against my nerves like a blade. No one was speaking.No one was breathing normally. And then Alaric stood.Slowly.He looked at Clyde first. Not at me, not at the blood still drying on his lip but
ClydeThe study felt too small for my temper.Diego was talking, but I was barely listening. Papers were spread across my desk. Reports about shipments. About Rence. About the Rivero mess. Everything is moving at once, like a storm building from every direction.âRenceâs people are getting desperat
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