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Fifty Shades Of Lovia The retaliation
The loft felt smaller after the meet at Eclipse, the walls pressing in with the weight of secrets and strategies. Rain slashed against the windows like accusing fingers, the storm outside mirroring the one brewing in my chest. I shed the Evelyn Pierce disguise in pieces, wig tossed into the sink, pearls unclasped and dropped onto the vanity, the black dress peeled off like a layer of deceit. Naked in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection: bruises from Shane's earlier grip fading on my hips, the faint scar from a old knife fight snaking across my ribs, eyes sharp with the thrill of the game. The flash drive sat on the counter, innocuous plastic holding the potential to topple an empire. Nadia, Marcus, and Victor had given me the ammunition, but firing it meant stepping into the crosshairs.I wrapped myself in a silk robe, the fabric whispering against my skin as I padded back to the living room. Shane was there, as always—my anchor in the chaos. He lounged on the couch, l
Fifty Shades Of Lovia The Trade
The city lights blurred into streaks as I drove back from Eclipse, the burner phone buzzing in my clutch like a live wire. Shane’s text glowed on the screen: Home yet? Need you. Simple words, but they carried the weight of his worry—and his hunger. I smiled, tossing the phone onto the passenger seat. The flash drive from Nadia burned a hole in my thoughts. If it was legit, we’d have Alejandro by the balls. If not… well, that’s why I had Victor’s video as backup. The mayor’s secret moans echoed in my mind, a weapon sharper than any blade.I pulled into the loft’s garage, the engine’s rumble dying as I killed the ignition. The space was dim, concrete walls echoing my heels as I headed for the elevator. My mind raced ahead—verifying the intel, looping Shane in, planning the hit. Four nights. That’s all we had to turn their tip into Alejandro’s nightmare.The door clicked open, and there he was: Shane, shirtless in low-slung sweats, leaning against the kitchen island with a glass of w
Fifty Shades Of Lovia The Meeting
LOVIA’S POV:The VIP lounge at Eclipse felt like a velvet-lined trap: low amber lighting, leather booths that swallowed sound, the faint pulse of jazz curling around cigar smoke and expensive perfume. I sat in the corner booth with my back to the wall, legs crossed, martini glass cradled loosely in one manicured hand. Evelyn Pierce—blonde wig flawless, pearls glowing against my throat, black dress cut just low enough to distract without screaming desperation. The perfect mask.They arrived separately, like cautious animals testing the water.Nadia first. Tall, raven-haired, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. The red dress clung to her like a warning. She slid in across from me, diamond choker flashing as she leaned forward. “Ms. Pierce. Thank you for coming.”“Evelyn, please,” I said, voice smooth, cultured. “And thank you for the invitation. I’m always interested when powerful people want to rewrite the rules.”Marcus Hale next—mid-sixties, silver hair slicked back, bespoke sui
Fifty Shades Of Lovia Caught in the Act
LOVIA’S POV The loft still hummed with the aftermath of our night—sweat-slicked sheets tangled on the bed, the faint scent of sex lingering in every corner like a secret we couldn’t erase. Shane dozed beside me, his arm thrown possessively over my waist, chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm that always grounded me after chaos. But peace was a lie in our world. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the unknown number flashing like a warning. I slipped out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and padded to the bathroom, closing the door softly before answering.“Evelyn Pierce,” I said, my voice pitched higher, softer—the polished accent of the socialite disguise I’d worn to the gala. No one knew Lovia and Evelyn were one and the same. Not yet.A woman’s voice came through, husky and cautious, with a faint Eastern European lilt. “Ms. Pierce? This is Nadia. We met at the gala—briefly. You were... intriguing.”I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection: mussed
Fifty Shades Of Lovia My ride or Die
LOVIA’S POV :The drive back from the warehouse was a blur of neon lights and throbbing veins. Shane’s hand never left my thigh, fingers digging in like he owned every inch of skin…and he did. The SUV hummed beneath us, engine purring like a beast barely leashed, but the real storm brewed inside. Adrenaline crashed through me, hot and electric, mixing with the metallic tang of blood on my gloves and the faint smoke clinging to our clothes. We’d hit them hard, left bodies cooling and flames roaring. Alejandro’s text: “You’re dead. Both of you.“ still lit up Shane’s phone on the dash, a promise we’d turn back on him tenfold.But right now? War could wait. Victory tasted like hunger.Shane pulled into the underground garage of our loft, tires squealing softly on concrete. He killed the engine, and for a beat, we sat in silence, breaths syncing, the air thick with unspoken need. His eyes met mine in the dim glow of the dashboard—dark, feral, promising everything.“Inside,” he growled
Fifty Shades Of Lovia The Furious Fucks
ALEJANDRO’S poVThe penthouse reeked of stale cigar smoke and the faint, metallic tang of blood from last week's interrogation. I paced the marble floors like a caged lion, my phone clenched in my fist so tight the screen might crack. The city sprawled below me through the floor-to-ceiling windows—New York, my kingdom, glittering like a whore dressed in diamonds. But tonight, it mocked me. Everything mocked me.That bitch Lovia and her lapdog Shane. They thought they could hit my warehouse, slaughter my men, and send me pictures like some amateur taunt? I stared at the screen again, the images burned into my retinas: bodies twisted in pools of their own blood, YBA tattoos smeared crimson, and that final shot—boots in the gore, feminine legs spattered with red. Hers. Had to be. The fire in the background, my product going up in flames. Millions torched. And the message: “Your men are dead. Your product is ash. Next time it’s you.“I hurled the phone across the room. It smashed ag
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