LOGINDiegoBy the time we got back to the island, it was already past midnight.The whole place was quiet. The kind that made every step echo louder than it should.Scar peeled off the moment we landed, heading straight to check the perimeter, but I didn’t follow. My body was tired, my head worse, and all I wanted for a second was something cold to drink.I walked into the house, loosening my shirt as I went, then headed straight for the kitchen.That was when I saw the movement, I stilled instantly.My hand went for my gun, pulling it out slowly as I stepped forward, senses sharpening.Then the light caught her. Sophia.Sitting casually on the kitchen counter, one leg swinging slightly, a tub of ice cream in her hand like she owned the place.I lowered the gun with a quiet scoff, she glanced at it, then at me, completely unfazed. “If you want to shoot, shoot. You’re disturbing my peace.”I huffed, sliding the gun onto the counter. “What are you doing here?”She raised a brow like I’d aske
DiegoShe was still on top of me, my cock still inside her pussy, her body slumped against mine, our breaths tangled together in the quiet that followed. My hands rested on her back, holding her there like if I let go, the moment would disappear.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. Then suddenly, she laughed.Soft at first… then louder.It caught me off guard, and before I knew it, I was laughing too. Low, breathless, still trying to catch my air.I tilted my head slightly, looking down at her. “What’s funny?”She lifted her face from my chest, her cheeks flushed, eyes glowing in a way I hadn’t seen before.“Nothing… just—” she shook her head, still smiling. “This… us. It feels like something I used to dream about.”I raised a brow, a slow grin pulling at my lips. “Oh yeah?” I murmured. “Those dreams… were they wet ones?”She smacked my chest lightly, laughing. “Diego!”I chuckled, pulling her closer, enjoying how easily she fit against me.“But seriously…” she added, her voice s
DiegoIt didn’t stop… our lips molded together in the most perfect French kiss I’d ever had. So wet, so messy.“Hmmm… you taste so good…” I moaned into her neck as I broke the kiss.Her breath was heavy against my chest. “You too…” she whispered.I pulled back to stare at her beautiful face. She’s all fucking red and shy, biting her lips and avoiding my eyes.“Never imagined you blushed.” I chuckled, and she rolled her eyes.“Neither did I,” she shot back. And that had me laughing.I gripped her soft hair, my fingers massaging her scalp, inhaling her sweet scent. “And you smell so fucking good…”“You’re so hard and hot,” she murmured, rolling her hips along, and I groaned at the sweet friction her ass gave.“Fuck! Sophia… please be careful, or I might just lose control and—”My breath got caught. The tension was so high, and I didn’t want to do something we’d both regret later.“Lose control and…?” Her sweet voice rang out, pulling me out of my thoughts.Her question caught me off gua
Diego’s POVThe sound of glass shattering echoed through the room again.“Clyde—”“Don’t,” he snapped, his voice rough, unrecognizable.Another crash followed. A lamp this time. It hit the wall and broke into pieces, fragments scattering across the floor like everything else in this godforsaken room.I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over my face before stepping further inside.Two days.Two fucking days, and he hadn’t slept. Hadn’t eaten. Barely even sat down.And now the doctor had just confirmed what we were all afraid of.Coma.“She’s going to wake up,” I said, keeping my tone steady as I moved closer. “You hear me? Allison is strong. She’s—”“What if she doesn’t?” That stopped me.He turned to look at me then, and for a second… I didn’t recognize him.Clyde was always controlled. Cold when he needed to be, and calculative.But this?This was a man unraveling.“What if she doesn’t wake up?” he repeated, his voice breaking slightly. “What if this is it? What if I brought her into m
Clyde’s POVThe ocean burned.That was the first thing I registered as my head broke through the surface. Not the noise, not the screams, not the chaos still echoing behind us.The water. It burned like hell.I dragged in a harsh breath, my chest tightening as salt and smoke filled my lungs. My arm was locked around her waist, holding her against me as I kicked hard, forcing us away from where the bunker had just collapsed into itself.“Clyde!”Diego’s voice cut through the noise somewhere to my left, strained, hoarse. I turned my head, vision blurring for a second before I forced it to steady.He was there, bleeding, but still moving.Scar surfaced a few feet away, coughing violently, one hand clutching his side. The explosion had torn through all of us, left nothing untouched. Even the water carried the aftermath of heat, debris, the faint taste of metal and death.But none of that mattered. Only her.I tightened my grip on Allison, lifting her higher against me as another wave hit.
Clyde’s POVThe moment I stepped into the bunker, I knew something wasn’t right.It was too quiet.Not the normal kind of quiet, this one felt wrong, like the place was waiting for something to happen. I tightened my grip on the gun and glanced down at the map in my hand.Left. Straight. Another turn. We didn’t have time to waste.“Stay close,” I said under my breath.Diego and Scar followed behind me without a word, I carried fewer than ten men for the mission, especially since backup is in form. We moved fast but carefully, our steps light against the cold floor.Two men stood ahead, but I didn’t slow down. I raised my gun and pulled the trigger.That was the sign, the alarm broke, and his men knew we were here. Gunshots began raining.The first one dropped. Scar took the second.We kept moving, shooting anything on our way, and dodging bullets.My heart was beating harder now, but I ignored it. I couldn’t think about anything else except one thing.My Allison, she was here. She ha







