LOGINLeon’s POVI sat in the VIP section of Club Orion, the heavy bass from the music thumping through the leather couch and straight into my bones. The air smelled really thick as usual with spilled whiskey, cigarette smoke, and the sharp sweat of rich men chasing cheap thrills. My fingers wrapped around a cold glass of whiskey. The ice clinked softly as I swirled it, the amber liquid burning slow and hot down in my throat with every sip. It left a warm trail that spread through my chest like a kind of liquid fire.Victor sat across me, my nemesis brother, the crazy bastard who would sell out his own blood without blinking even once. His eyes looked wild under the dim red lights, pupils blown wide. Smoke curled lazy from the cigarette hanging between his lips, the gray haze stinging my nose and making my eyes water a little.We still had old scores to settle with Julian, and time was running out before he got voted on public into the Elite. My blood felt hot with excitement and hate mixe
Ava’s POV“What the heck,” I muttered under my breath, the words hot and sharp on my tongue. My chest heaved fast, lungs burning from the cold night air that scraped down my throat like broken glass.I walked real fast, my heels slamming hard on the floor. Each step sent sharp jolts up my shaky legs. The furry jacket rubbed rough against my bare skin, the fur now damp from my sweat and sticking to the curve of my breasts. My nipples stayed hard and tight, scraping on my bra with every sharp breath.Relief flooded me. I had slipped away from those two bastards back at the club. One tried to force his mouth on me, the other jumped in like some hero. Both of them made my stomach twist. For the first time I had danced by myself, chasing that wild alive feeling under the red lights. Now here I was, running like prey.I looked ahead. The taxi spot glowed faint orange in the distance. But right in front of it, a bunch of hoodlums lounged against the wall, laughing loud, smoke curling from th
Leon’s POVI wiped the blood from my nose with the back of my hand. It came away sticky and red, smearing on my skin. My vision stayed blurry. Pain throbbed deep in my face with every heartbeat, sharp and hot, like a nail being hammered straight into the bone.I pushed myself up fast, my legs unsteady under me. I staggered forward, my fists already curled tight, ready to swing at the bastard who had just blindsided me. My shoes scraped loud on the ground. My breath came out in short, angry puffs that burned my throat.Then I heard his voice cut through the dark.“What the hell are you doing, Leon?”That voice hit me like cold water. I knew that deep growl too well. I pulled my punch back at the last second and took a shaky step away. My head spun. Blood still trickled from my nose, warm and salty on my lips.I looked up and saw Julian standing there, tall and stiff in the weak light. His face looked just as hard as stone.“You’re here,” I said, forcing a smirk even though my split lip
Leon’s POVI ran out of the club, panting real hard. The cold night air slapped my sweaty face like a frozen hand. It was pitch dark outside now, thick and heavy. My chest burned with every sharp breath, like fire scraping inside my ribs. Sweat stuck my shirt to my back in cold, and rolled down my spine in freezing lines that made me shiver. I looked left and right, my eyes wide and wild, scanning the shadows everywhere. But I just couldn’t find her.“Which way did this bitch go?” I growled under my breath, cursing. My throat felt raw and dry, like sandpaper rubbing every word. I was already giving up, feeling so damn disappointed that I ran out for nothing, my stomach already twisting with frustration.Just as I turned to go back inside, I spotted her from behind. That long black furry jacket was already far down the street, now quite a distance away. The black fur blended perfectly into the night, swallowing her up like she was part of the darkness. I should have noticed her way so
Leon’s POV“My brother is probably going to host a home party,” Victor said, smirking as he cut lines of white powder on the table. The sharp chemical smell rose up and burned my nose real bad. His hand shook a little as he scraped the blade across the glass. Tiny white dust floated in the air under the red lights.His girls waited on the couch behind him, half-naked and quiet. Their skin looked shiny with sweat and oil. One of them scratched her arm slowly, her eyes half-closed, breath shallow and ragged.We sat in our usual VIP booth at Club Orion. The leather stuck to my back with sweat, cold and clammy. The bass from the main floor thumped through the walls and into my bones. It made my teeth feel loose. I had been hoping Julian would show up by now. But I guess he was way out of our league. He was the richest. He was about to become an Elite of the Syndicate. I scoffed. Pain in my ass. I poured myself another glass of whiskey after drinking a full one in one go. The burn slid do
Julian’s POVI stepped into my room and kicked the door shut. The heavy thud echoed through the walls. I yanked off my shirt and tossed it aside. Sweat still clung to my skin, cool and sticky. I poured myself a glass of whiskey. Took a long sip, letting the burn slid down my throat — hot, sharp, spreading fire through my chest.Bella came in behind me. She hugged me from the back, pressing her heavy tits tight against my back. Her hard nipples poked into my skin like little points of heat. Her hands slid around my waist, fingers tracing my abs.“Who’s that girl?” I asked finally. I couldn’t get her out of my head no matter how hard I tried. Her face. Her wide eyes. The way her lips parted when I kissed her. The soft tremble in her body. “Ava?”I twisted my head. Her name stayed stuck in my mind like a hook. I had fucked many women. Beautiful ones. Expensive ones. But something about Ava felt different. It burned low in my chest. It made my cock twitch even now, half-hard just from the
Bella’s POVThe suite smelled like pure money. The lights were low, golden glow from the lamps making everything soft. I lay stretched out on the king bed in nothing but my black lace bra and panties, the silk cool and slippery against my bare back, my thighs, and my ass. My legs long on the bed, a
Julian’s POVMy penthouse was dead quiet, the kind of silence that closes in on you. I was sprawled on the leather sofa, my shirt open at the collar, sleeves shoved up my forearms, my tie dangling loose like I didn’t have the energy to finish pulling it off. My phone felt heavy in my hand, the scre
Bella’s POVI caught Julian’s eyes for just a split second. They were steady, dark, holding mine like he already knew I could do this. A tiny nod from him—that was all I needed. My chest tightened, but I pushed it down. Game time.I turned and walked toward the heavy velvet curtain that hid Hale’s
Julian’s POVThe door opened without a knock.Bella stepped in, her heels making sharp sounds on the tiled floor, her red dress clinging to every body curve. The air shifted as her sharp, heavy perfume cut through the stale cigarette haze like a knife, making my nose twitch a little.She stopped a







