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Chapter 10
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2026-09-20 22:06:51
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Getting Tangled With The Bad Boy Chapter 10
Nora’s POVShock froze every single nerve ending in my body. For a fraction of a second, I didn't breathe, didn't blink, didn't even process the reality of what was happening.This was the monster who had just executed a man a few rooms over. This was the psychotic criminal who held me here against my will, threatening to bury me alive.Yet, his lips were warm, firm, and moved with a devastating, arrogant confidence that short-circuited my brain completely. The faint, intoxicating scent of Tom Ford mixed with the metallic tang of adrenaline flooded my senses, pulling me into a hazy, disorienting spin.My hands, which should have been clawing at his chest or shoving him away, hovered uselessly against his shoulders. As if sensing my paralysis, a low, rumbling groan vibrated deep in his throat.His grip shifted, one large, calloused hand sliding up to cradle the back of my neck, his fingers tangling securely in my hair to deepen the angle, turning a harsh, impulsive clash into something
Getting Tangled With The Bad Boy Chapter 9
Nora’s POV“Why did you bring me here?” I demanded, eyeing the sprawling, industrial-style building we had just entered.It didn't look like a luxury high-rise anymore; the heavy concrete pillars, dim lighting, and eerie quiet gave it the distinct vibe of an abandoned warehouse straight out of a horror movie.I glanced ahead at Knox’s broad frame striding down the corridor. It was just the two of us, and I hurried to keep up, but his long strides left me practically jogging to match his pace.“Can you even walk slower?” I panted out as he finally stopped in front of a heavy steel door. Muffled, agonized screams echoed from the other side, sending a cold shiver straight down my spine.Before I could brace myself, he pushed the door open and shoved me inside, clearly anticipating that I’d try to run. My breath hitched as I took in the room. It was a tactical armory, every surface was lined with heavy steel tables laden with firearms, hunting knives, and a terrifying assortment of weapon
Getting Tangled With The Bad Boy Chapter 8
Knox’s POVMonday has always been that kind of universally fucked-up day everyone hates.Not because of a boring 9-to-5 or any mundane corporate nonsense, but because of him. How the hell did I let that bastard play me like this? Did he really think—fuck.I raked my hair backward, muttering a dark curse under my breath as I shoved open the heavy mahogany doors of the office suite. I slumped into a leather chair, not even sparing the potbellied, sweating piece of garbage sitting across the desk a single glance.“Who the hell are you?” his voice shook, vibrating with pure, jittery irritation.I had originally planned to lean across the desk, whisper a few psychological tortures into his ear, and make him sweat out a confession. But looking at him? I realized I just didn't have the patience today.Without breaking stride, I reached beneath my jacket, drew my silenced Glock, and fired two clean bullets straight through his skull. I watched lazily as his lifeless body slumped forward, cra
Getting Tangled With The Bad Boy Chapter 7
Nora’s POVThe killer from that day. Did he actually follow me here? Did he—“Oh, fuck, you really came for me!” The girl, Athena from earlier squealed, rushing over to loop her arms around his neck.That’s when I saw it…Dark, heavy tattoos crawled down the sleeves of his black top, snaking all the way from his forearms down past his knuckles. I forced my gaze up to his face, finding his brows raised as he looked right at me. I blinked hard, brushing past him toward the hallway. Whatever urge I’d had to use the restroom completely vanished.*I just stood in front of the sink in the washroom, staring blankly at my own reflection. He came for them, right? He just happens to run in the same social circle as Matilda? That should probably be the case. And I’m sure as hell he recognized me. My plan is simple: walk back out, grab my bag and phone, and get the hell away from this house. If these people knew him, this guy must be a student at Jude’s, too. I just needed to make sure our
Getting Tangled With The Bad Boy Chapter 6
Nora’s POV“Shut up!” I rolled my eyes, watching as she shrugged a sheer jacket on over her red bra, pairing it with a shiny red skirt that barely grazed her mid-thighs.Hers was shorter than mine, and she undeniably looked hot. Gosh, she was pretty, her chest full and enviable compared to my own modest frame.She stepped into a pair of red boots that hugged her ankles, then shot me a look to put mine on. Thankfully, she’d picked out a decent pair for me, too. They hit right beneath my calf joints, leaving only my mid-thighs down to my shins bare. The real issue, though, was the plunging neckline laying my cleavage wide open, matched with a completely open back.Her phone buzzed. She snatched it up, scanned the screen, and a bright smile bloomed across her face. My expression twisted into pure disgust.“You’re grinning like that just because of a text?” I raised a brow, entirely irritated.“Well, yeah, because he’s got something huge that happens to fit my hole just right,” she shot
Getting Tangled With The Bad Boy Chapter 5
Nora's POVI stared at her, my brows furrowed tight. What the hell is that supposed to mean? I was my parents' daughter. A Brown. Through and through, and nothing was ever going to change that."What on earth is that supposed to imply?" I glared at Matilda, wondering where on earth she pulled such a wild thought from."I didn’t mean it like that, Nora," she breathed out, backpedaling slightly before pressing on. "I just mean... the resemblance isn't really there. If you're truly their biological daughter, how come you don't take after either of them in any way?"I paused, my breathing instantly turning ragged. "You just didn't see it. There's a resemblance," I lied, the words tasting hollow in my mouth."Is that what you keep telling yourself? Have you ever actually seen the resemblance? Or have you just been too afraid to look at the differences?""Okay, Matilda, please just stop. I'll go wherever you want me to go, so just drop the accusations," I waved a hand dismissively, desperat
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