LOGINDiegoIt 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
Alison’s POVThe last thing I remembered was screaming.Screaming, struggling, clawing at the air while they held me down.Alaric’s voice was sharp, commanding, and it cut through the chaos.“Hold her still. Sedate her before she causes a crash.”Then everything went black.When I woke up, it wasn’t sudden. It was slow… painful.My body ached like I had been dragged through fire. My head throbbed, heavy and disoriented, and for a moment, I didn’t even remember where I was.Then it all came rushing back.The helicopter.The gunshots.Clyde.My heart skipped violently.I sat up too fast, wincing as pain shot through my limbs. The room was unfamiliar—small, enclosed, almost suffocating. The walls were too smooth, too cold. There were no windows. Just artificial light humming softly above me.I looked down at myself, and my clothes were gone.I was dressed in a long gown—soft, expensive… wrong.A chill crawled up my spine.“Hello?” My voice came out hoarse and weak.It echoed.That was wh
Clyde’s POVThe world didn’t go quiet after she was taken. If anything, it got louder.Gunshots rang in my ears, sharp and endless, tearing through the night like they meant nothing. Men were shouting, bodies moving, chaos everywhere, but none of it mattered.All I could see was Allison, being dragged away.“Let me go!”I didn’t even recognize my own voice. It sounded raw, broken, like something tearing out of my chest. Hands were on me, dragging me back, pulling me away from the open ground where I had fallen.“No—no, we need to go back!” I struggled against them, ignoring the pain ripping through my shoulder. “She’s there! She’s still there!”“Boss, you’re hit!”“I don’t give a fuck!” I snapped, trying to shove them off me. “Get off me!”They didn’t.They forced me into cover, the somewhere behind a broken wall. The gunfire didn’t stop. It never stopped.Then Diego appeared.He dropped beside me, his hands immediately pressing against my wound. I hissed as pain shot through me, but







