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Dangerous Love My back pressed against a crate of guns
AllisonIt felt like drowning. Voices. Gunshots. Clyde’s face.Then darkness. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t know where I was.It took a moment before I recognized the room. The same room on his island.The same bed. The same curtains.The night outside was thick and black.My head pounded. Then it came back.My family. The island. The war.Clyde.I sat up abruptly. The room was empty. I stumbled out and turned on the hallway lights.Voices drifted from downstairs. My heart started racing again.I went down slowly. Diego was in the kitchen area, leaning against the counter.And there was a girl with short hair and freckles arguing with him.She looked young. Fierce. Sharp. Diego saw me first.He straightened immediately. “You’re awake.”“Where is he?” I asked instantly. “Is he here?”He hesitated.“No.”Something inside me dropped. I grabbed the edge of the counter to steady myself.The girl studied me quietly.“This is Sofia,” Diego said. “Sofia, this is—”“Allison,” she finished. “
Dangerous Love The war has begun
ClydeThe warehouse smelled like metal and oil and old blood. I could barely breathe. We had retreated to one of my hideouts.“How?” I roared, hurling the glass across the room. It shattered against the concrete wall and sprayed down like rain. “How does he move them out of the country and I don’t know about it?”No one answered.Scar stood near the steel table, arms crossed, jaw tight. The rest of my men filled the space, silent but coiled, waiting for orders.I dragged a hand through my hair and started pacing.This is fucked up. Her mother. The twins.Gone. Right under my nose.I should have seen it coming. I know what my father is capable of. I know the kind of monster that raised me.“He’s not doing to her mother what he did to mine,” I muttered, then louder, “He’s not.”The memory hit like a blade — my mother on the floor, my father standing over her, blood everywhere.I grabbed another glass off the table and threw it too.“The war has begun!” I shouted. “Do you hear me? This d
Dangerous Love I want everything
AllisonThe guns were still pointed. No one had lowered anything.The air felt thick — like smoke had filled the room even though nothing was burning yet.Then Clyde’s 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 half a second. And something changed in his face.He frowned, and slowly lifted the phone. And then he looked straight at Alaric.“What the fuck did you do with them?”My stomach dropped.“With who?” I whispered, already knowing.He didn’t look at me. He didn’t even blink.“What have you done with them?” he asked again, louder now.My heart started racing so fast I could hear it in my ears.“Are you talking about my family?” I asked, my voice barely working. “Clyde… are you talking about my family?”Alaric smiled. Not confused or even defensive.He Smiled, and Clyde’s jaw ticked.Without warning, he shifted his aim — not at Alaric — but at one of Alaric’s men standing two feet away.He pull
Dangerous Love Hatred thicker than blood
Allison“It was supposed to be just us,” I said, my voice tighter now, thinner. “You and Clyde. That’s what you said.”Alaric dabbed the corner of his mouth with a napkin like we were discussing business over tea.“Well,” he said mildly, “Saida is family. She is my son’s wife.”Clyde let out a short laugh that held no humor.“Son?” He leaned back in his chair, slow, deliberate. “I never had a father. So cut the crap and tell me why you brought the bitch here.”Saida’s fingers tightened around her wine glass, but she didn’t look at him.I leaned toward Clyde and whispered sharply, “Can you at least shut up?”He frowned at me, jaw flexing, but he did close his mouth.The table felt unstable. Like if one more word was said too loudly, everything would flip.I looked back at Alaric.“I don’t care what twisted father-son relationship the two of you are pretending to maintain,” I said, my voice shaking but steady enough. “But this—” I gestured between them, between Saida, between all of it.
Dangerous Love What kind of life did I walk into
AllisonThe clock on the wall wasn’t 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 at his son.And then he laughed. Dark, low and dangerous.“You blew up my shit.”Clyde didn’t even blink.He laughed too — but his was colder, quieter. He walked forward like he didn’t see the armed men lining the walls.Like he wasn’t standing in his father’s territory.“So?” Clyde shrugged. “You’ve blown up worse in your life.”My heart wouldn’t stop pounding. I hadn’t seen my Mother. I hadn’t seen my siblings.All I could think was: What kind of life did I walk into?Father and son. Looking at each other like enemies.Alaric’s jaw tightened. The amusement drained from his face.Then, in one smooth motion, he pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at Clyde.I screamed. “What are you doin
Dangerous Love Fireworks are beautiful this time of night
AllisonI barely recognized the woman staring back at me.The black dress hugged my body like it had been made for me. It stopped just above my knees, soft fabric clinging to my waist and hips. Simple. Elegant. Dangerous.My hair had been pulled into a high ponytail. Smooth. Clean. It made my neck look longer. My cheekbones sharper.The beautician stepped back. “You look stunning.”I forced a smile. Stunning.Like I was going to a gala and not walking into the mouth of a monster.When she left, the room grew quiet. I kept staring at myself in the mirror.This is what you look like when you’re about to gamble your family’s lives.My heart wouldn’t slow down. I didn’t hear the door open, but I felt him. That shift in the air. That heavy presence.I looked up.He was standing behind me, hands in his pockets. No jacket yet. Just a fitted black shirt tucked into dark trousers. The sleeves rolled slightly at his wrists. Calm and controlled.Too calm.Our eyes met through the mirror. Somethi
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