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Finally. Holding the door that will calm or rage me more, I feel hot.

The tech room is eight feet high, big and runs warm. Servers and screens showing the entire layout of this building line the walls.

All forty technicians with their team leader stand straight by the door. To greet me.

If they had used this information to see someone strange walk into both my deal room and circuit. I won't have a bloody bill and blood filled night.

I don’t look at any of them.

"Pull up the feed in deal room fr
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  • HEATED REVENGE    Cinema Car sex 2

    Heat and want spread like wildfire in me. My eyes catch sight of people moving nearby but all I care about his Carlos fucking my pussy while rubbing my clitoris. I push his head further down, clamping my knees on either side of his neck. He digs a finger, then two into my ass. Heel of my feet dig into the leather sit of his car, mindful that we’re in public. I hear him unbuckle himself and I watch his pant pool down. Then, I feel him thrust into my ass.“Carlooosss!”I didn’t mean to moan aloud, but I can't help it as the pleasure renders me useless. Every part of me is coming alive under his touch, his thrust."You feel so fucking good" H grunts loudly, his balls hitting me. "Don't stop fucking me" I plea, my voice barely a whisper w it's lost in the wave of desires and sex filling my body. Carlos grab my breast, bend his head down and tug hard at my nipple. Fuck me! I thrust my hip, matching his rhythm- his ferocity meeting my hunger. Each move is a gusto I can’t resist.“I’ve

  • HEATED REVENGE    Cinematic sin

    Thalia POVI don’t go home straight. If I go home, I think about Marcus's words. Which totally backfired. I shouldn't have mentioned what I heard from Carlos's bedroom mic. Instead, I headed to the cinema, just to watch the people in it. People who are living the life I would have lived if Carlos hadn't ended my family.Carlos.The thought surfaces without forewarning and my eye sting immediately. “Why! Why does it have to be him? Why am I horny for him?”“Horny for who?”My head whips back and someone grips my waist as I stumble the moment I hear my worst nightmare. His body colder than the temperature in the air. That all-too-familiar voice. Apart from the shock, a different urge rises in me: to hug him or pull him into a kiss.Maybe both. “Carl…” I stumble again, but he tighten his grip, pulling me steady by the waist.My mind fire warnings to desist and resist butmy body is already rising with the desire to lean into him instead of away from him“I better be the one you’re ho

  • HEATED REVENGE    Camera

    CARLOS POV. SIX YEARS AGOShe was seventeen. Living with her grandmother in a house that smelled like grief and old wood, a girl who had lost everything and was still somehow upright.I kept her alive the way you keep an interesting thing — at a distance, for the entertainment of watching it move. A teenager plotting my murder. I gave her maybe three weeks before I got bored and had her handled.Then the school footage arrived.My men sent it without context and I watched a girl standing in a cafeteria while her friends peeled away from her one by one, faces doing that particular human thing of protecting themselves from proximity to suffering. She stood in the middle of it. Watched them go.Then she picked up a lunch tray and hurled it into the wall.“I’M THE ONE WHO LOST EVERYTHING. DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME I DON’T UNDERSTAND FAMILY.”Her voice raw. Her hands shaking. Everyone around her frozen.She didn’t cry. Not once in that footage.I cancelled the order.Three weeks later she was

  • HEATED REVENGE    Proposed

    I look past him to Marcus. He’s studying the feed of the figure at my door, face neutral. Still. The way he goes still when he’s doing actual thinking.That person moved my knife. Moved my gun. Came into my apartment and rearranged things to let me know they could. If Vaughn hadn’t flagged it I’d have missed it entirely. I’ve been ignoring Vaughn’s texts because he’s worried and I can’t afford to pull him into this any further than I already have.“Be careful.” Marcus speaks to the screen, not to me. “Carlos is more vile than you think.”“He can bare his teeth. We’re both ending in blood anyway.” I say it easily because I mean it and because I need to mean it right now, with whatever happened in that ring and that car trying to rewrite the story I’ve been telling myself for six years.Marcus’s jaw works. He looks at me then — really looks — and something crosses his face before he can stop it.“You just cost me a hundred million dollars.”The room temperature drops.“What do you mean?

  • HEATED REVENGE    Marcus workroom

    THALIA POV. 5pm. Day 2“He’s fucking taunting me.”My voice cuts through the workroom, Marcus remains unmoving while ten heads lift from their laptops simultaneously. Nobody speaks. They know better.This room is a masterpiece of deception. It's decorated like a high-end technical workshop with sleek laptops and rows of focused specialists sitted in front of it. The windows and doors are glasses. Everything looks well and good but the large screen dominating the far wall tells the real story.It shows the silhouette of a man draped in a black trench coat, every inch of skin meticulously hidden. A face cap and mask obscure his features. The figure isn’t attacking; he’s doing something worse. He’s waving at the camera—waving at me.Like, what can I do? I can do worse! I helped built this room! And my ex boyfriend works in FBI. Six years ago this room didn’t exist.Rumor has it Marcus’s wife died from an overdose—some even whisper Marcus pushed her toward the edge, but I refuse to beli

  • HEATED REVENGE    Proof

    He reaches into his jacket, pulls out a folded paper, sets it on the bed."When did you prepare this?"He looks at me with raised lashes"You asked Shadows to be attacked,I knew you'll need more""Go ahead"“Marcus needs to consolidate,” Damien starts and I sit back up“His clan took losses last year- people, resources, political standing. The Irish networks that were backing him have started pulling support. Quietly, but it’s moving.”I look at the paper without picking it up. “Why.”“In the mafia, you lead a home or you lead nothing. Since his wife's death, they think he’s weakened. Grief makes men reckless or makes them small, and Marcus has been both on alternating weeks.” He pauses.“He needs to either pay down significant debt to the Irish, or demonstrate stability by other means.”“Marriage.”“Marriage,” Damien nods in confirmation.I reach over and press too hard on the music box by the window. It shrieks once before settling into its usual tone.I head back out into the livin

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