LOGINDraven’s POV By the time we made it back to Limelight, the sun had disappeared beneath the horizon. Night had settled over the city, bringing the familiar energy that always surrounded the club. Music pulsed through the walls while laughter and conversation drifted from the upper level. Beneath us, Ringside was already packed. The roar of the crowd rolled through the building every few seconds as another fight unfolded inside the ring. Business as usual. Exactly the way I wanted it. If Bernard had anyone watching us, they’d see nothing out of the ordinary. Elena walked beside me as we made our way toward the office. She’d been unusually quiet since leaving the penthouse, though every now and then I’d catch her glancing my way before pretending she hadn’t. Ash chuckled. “She’s adorable.” I ignored him and pushed open the office door. Alan looked up from the couch the second we walked inside. “There you all are.” His eyes swept across the room before settling on Darren. “What happ
Bernard’s POVThe three little dots appeared. Finally. Damn. It took long enough. I roll my eyes as I leaned forward in my chair, my fingers gripping the edge of my desk as I watched the Ghost Link screen. My heart pounded harder with every passing second.Come on. The dots blinked. Then they disappeared. “What the hell?” I stared at the empty screen, waiting for another message to appear. Nothing.A low growl escaped my throat as I slammed my palm against the desk. “Don’t play games with me.”The room fell silent except for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. Then the three dots returned. I straightened immediately. “There you are.” They danced across the screen for several seconds before disappearing again.My patience snapped. With one violent sweep of my arm, everything on the corner of my desk crashed to the floor. Pens scattered across the hardwood, a stack of folders burst open, and my stapler slammed into the wall before dropping to
Draven’s POV The soft click of the laptop closing echoed through the kitchen. Elena leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smile tugging at the corner of her lips. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in her. She’d taken my idea, transformed it into something only Ghost could create, and sent Bernard running straight into a trap without blinking. I couldn’t stop looking at her. Ash let out an amused chuckle inside my head. “You’re doing it again. You’ve been staring at her since she hit send.” He wasn’t wrong. Only a few minutes earlier she’d been rolling her eyes every time I teased her, trying to pretend she wasn’t affected. Then she’d opened that laptop, and everything changed. It was like watching someone flip a switch. The shy, flustered woman disappeared, replaced by someone confident, focused, and completely in control. She hadn’t asked for instructions or questioned herself once. She’d simply become Ghost. Ash laughed again. “I thought she was beautiful before. Now I’m i
Elena’s POV I rolled my eyes so hard they practically hurt. “You’re unbelievable,” I mumbled under my breath, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing just how flustered he still had me. “What was that?” Draven asked, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. “I said you’re impossible.” I mumbled under my breath. His grin only widened. “I’ve been called worse.” “I don’t doubt it.” I rolled my eyes hard once again. Across the table, Darren looked between the two of us before slowly setting his fork down. “I feel like I walked into the middle of a conversation without getting the first half.” “You did,” Draven answered, completely unfazed. “I don’t even want to know,” Byron muttered before taking another drink of his coffee. “Smart man,” Draven added with a chuckle. I crossed my arms over my chest and refused to look at Draven. He’d been enjoying himself entirely too much since I’d come downstairs. “So…” he said again, his voice calm and entirely too amused. “Why did y
Elena’s POV The room was spinning when I finally opened my eyes, my chest heaving as I came down from the high. My body felt heavy and slick, a dull ache between my legs that made my cheeks burn. I froze, remembering the flash of skin and heavy breathing I’d caught through the crack of Draven’s door last night. The image of his hand moving over the thick, flushed head of his cock was burned into my memory. I let out a shaky breath, my fingers trembling as they traced the damp fabric of my panties. I needed relief. I slid my hand beneath the fabric, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves already swollen from my thoughts. I started to rub tight circles against my clit that had me gasping his name . My other hand worked my nipple, twisting and pulling until I was breathless and desperate. But just as I was about to get myself off, the door swung open. Draven walked in, the smirk on his face telling me he knew exactly what I was doing. I tried to scramble to cover myself, my eyes wi
Draven’s POV The mind link hit me just as I sat my glass down on the kitchen island. “Boss.” I recognized Darren’s voice immediately. “Report.” “The building is secure. Allan and Lyra are safe. The prisoners are on their way to the palace dungeon now. A couple of Bernard’s men managed to get away.” Relief settled over me so fast my shoulders relaxed without me realizing it. “Anyone seriously hurt?” “A few bumps and bruises. Nothing we can’t handle.” Darren added. “Good.” I paused for a second before adding, “Make sure everyone gets looked over before they head home.” “You got it.” The link faded. I stood there staring into my whiskey for a long moment before finally taking another drink. The burn rolled down my throat, chasing away some of the tension that had been riding my shoulders since this morning. “What a damn day,” I muttered. Ash huffed. “I think that’s an understatement.” He wasn’t wrong. Lyra had been rescued. Allan hadn’t left her side. Elena had turned my enti







