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A Furious Night

ผู้เขียน: Toria Nne
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A little while later, Hades led her back to the hidden garage, a vast space that hummed with machines. The black motorcycle from last night waited, looking even more menacing. He handed her a helmet.

Well, before the dinner ended, she didn’t get any more indulging answers from Hades. Or a kiss.

As they got ready to leave, Claudine watched his close team. Charon, back from Cuba, was by Hades’s side, securing his own helmet, his presence a quiet shield. Artemis, who had been with Claudine all day, now stood near the garage entrance, watching.

Her eyes occasionally met Charon’s. There was a brief, almost unseen look between them, a silent message of shared burdens and deep trust. Claudine noted it.

They’re more than just colleagues. A very tight unit. Like two pieces of a dangerous puzzle. Hades has loyal people. It makes him even stronger. And more isolating for me. Even his enforcers have a softer side. It’s almost…sweet. A dangerous kind of sweet.

Hades swung his leg over the bike, t
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  • Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance    A Furious Night

    A little while later, Hades led her back to the hidden garage, a vast space that hummed with machines. The black motorcycle from last night waited, looking even more menacing. He handed her a helmet.Well, before the dinner ended, she didn’t get any more indulging answers from Hades. Or a kiss.As they got ready to leave, Claudine watched his close team. Charon, back from Cuba, was by Hades’s side, securing his own helmet, his presence a quiet shield. Artemis, who had been with Claudine all day, now stood near the garage entrance, watching.Her eyes occasionally met Charon’s. There was a brief, almost unseen look between them, a silent message of shared burdens and deep trust. Claudine noted it.They’re more than just colleagues. A very tight unit. Like two pieces of a dangerous puzzle. Hades has loyal people. It makes him even stronger. And more isolating for me. Even his enforcers have a softer side. It’s almost…sweet. A dangerous kind of sweet.Hades swung his leg over the bike, t

  • Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance    Bragging Rights

    Claudine’s breath caught, a tiny gasp. She hesitated, her mind racing. He was asking her to be honest, but honesty was a trap. “I’m... adjusting, Hades,” she said, carefully, a practiced lie. “It’s certainly... different. More opulent, less predictable. My old life was rather... predictable. This one, well, it’s a constant plot twist.” She forced a small, tight smile. “But a life with no escape... will you ever let me go, Hades? If I settle in, if I adjust?”He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto hers, intense and challenging. “If you were me, Mia, would you let you go?”Claudine hesitated. Her eyes searched his, a silent challenge passing between them, a battle of wills. His gaze was unyielding, demanding. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken questions and dangerous truths. She saw the answer in his eyes before he spoke.He broke the silence, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “I thought so.”He then pulled back. “But now that I’m back, I have something else planned for us.

  • Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance    Dinner

    Around 5:45 PM, the smell of cooked food and spices drifted from the kitchen, pulling Claudine from her thoughts. Tired of exploring, she decided to do something useful. She missed cooking. It was a real, controllable act, calming for her nerves.She found the kitchen to be perfect – shining steel counters, every high-tech gadget, and a pantry like a fancy grocery store. She decided to make a big country meal. Something comforting, something that smelled of home, a sharp contrast to the cold house and the chilling note she’d received. She hummed as she pulled out cutting boards and fresh food.A smart music player filled the kitchen with country songs she used to listen to in LA, about trucks and lost loves. She hummed along, chopping vegetables, the knife making a satisfying thwack, while she imagined it to be ‘someone else’ limbs. The music and cooking calmed her. She was in her element here, not thinking about missions or mafia kings. Just about roasted chicken and mashed potatoes

  • Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance    A girl can dream

    •Music intro: 'Try me' by Temx•The steady noise of the motorcycle engine from last night still vibrated through Claudine, a wild rhythm that had settled deep in her bones. The ride had been intense. Terrifying, yes, but also thrilling in a way she hadn’t expected. Hades, a dark shape against the blurring trees, had driven with a fierce grace that was both alarming and strangely captivating. She’d held onto him, her body pressed tight, the wind whipping past her face, the scent of pine and something distinctly him filling her senses. It was pure speed.For a few reckless moments, she hadn’t been an agent or a captive, just a woman on the back of a powerful machine, holding onto a dangerous man.She’d even laughed, a breathless, genuine sound that felt new. He’d slowed by a dark lake, the moon shining on the water, and they had just sat there, the engine soft, the silence deep, broken only by crickets.He hadn’t said anything, just listened to the night, his large body a warm, solid

  • Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance    He's getting under her skin

    The plane’s gentle descent woke Claudine. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her head turned to see Hades beside her still holding unto her body like she was going to escape mid air.“Hades.. Hadeson!” she nudged him gentle, trying to wriggle herself off him, but he didn’t even stir.Then she leaned down to whisper into his face, but it was unsuccessful because he caught her lips into a kiss.“Heyyyy..” he drawled, eyes closed, pressing his weight further into hers, his beards tingling her face, as he kept nibbling on her bottom lips as well as taking away all the left over common sense she was managing.“The plane is landing!” Claudine giggled against the dangerous works of his mouth. “Let me go!” she groaned.“Okay okay.. just wait a minute, I want to..”Before he could complete the sentence she freed herself off him and fled to the jet’s lounge area. Her legs were already so damn weak from his touchFuck this isn’t good.No. No. No. Fuck! Claudine screamed into her hands ,

  • Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance    When you ride my.... horse

    Her mind reeled and screamed. His father. A best friend. Vanished. The Vancouvers hadn’t just made someone vanish, they had wiped away her entire family, the Kalashnikovs! She was supposed to be dead! If they had won, she wouldn’t even be here.And he’s here acting sad, talking about his pain? Fury, cold and absolute, surged through her. “There’s no forgiving,” her mind raged, echoing a Russian saying she knew well: “Прощения нет. Только возмездие.” (There is no forgiveness. Only retribution.) She would not rest or give up until she saw the Vancouver name vanish, and then her family, the Kalashnikovs, would get back the respect that had been stolen from them for over two decades.There was no forgiving this.Hades watched her, sensing her sudden stiffness. “You’re a feisty one, Zaya,” he observed, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. “Always so... passionate.” He leaned back, the moment of vulnerability passing, replaced by his usual dominant aura. “Speaking of passions, I hav

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