LOGIN“No fui yo quien hizo esa petición, Don. Elias siempre se había adelantado a sí mismo y lo sabes.” — It wasn't me who made that request, Don. Elias had always gotten ahead of himself and you know it. “El nombre de la sociedad secreta. Y dime cómo entrar.” — The name of the secret society. And tell me how to get in. “No lo sé.” — I don’t know. “No me hagas repetirme.” — Don’t make me repeat myself. “El nombre es Veritas. Estrictamente por invitación. Ni siquiera nosotros pudimos entrar.” — The name is Veritas. Strictly by invitation. Even we couldn't get in. “Esa es la verdad?” — Is that the truth? “Lo juro por mi vida.” — I swear on my life.
RHYS’S POV The room stayed silent after I spoke. Damon’s expression remained as flat as it was before. “Is this a joke?” I didn’t respond. I never remember the moments during a blackout, but for some reason, I remember seeing her exactly how she looked when I was fourteen. If she was real, sh
RHYS’S POV [TW: Graphic violence] EARLIER SAME DAY “I don’t want to get involved with politicians.” “My boss would think the mafia and politics are the same thing,” the representative said. “We have more in common than you think, Don.” Vani poured whiskey into the glasses on the table. The re
FIORELLA’S POV I lifted a brow. “You really don’t remember?” “I don’t.” From the confused look on his face, he seemed honest. In that case, he didn’t have to know. “You hallucinated,” I said, thinking of a lie. “And… um…” Fucking work, brain! “We were stuck and almost died,” I continued. “Yo
FIORELLA’S POV I placed a cold, wet towel over Rhys’s temple. Throughout the drive back, all I could feel was guilt. No matter how much I tried to push it out of my mind, his words kept coming back to haunt me. A knock sounded on the door before Vani stepped in. “I’ll take it from here, Don
FIORELLA’S POV A shameless whimper escaped me. Rhys’s mouth was warm around my taut nipple, and he pressed his face into my chest as he grazed it with his teeth. Pleasure shot through me, leaving goosebumps scattered across my skin. “Ahh…” He groaned and sucked harder, grinding against my cor
FIORELLA’S POV I’d never felt so helpless in my life. I heard gunshots erupting from the balcony, saw the guests running to their cars, and to make things worse, thunder sounded overhead. A storm could roll in any second now. And I still didn’t know how else to get through to Rhys. “She’s dea







