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Midnight Light
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2026-02-02 17:06:10
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He Wants Me Dead Or Alive Sparring Again
Rosa's POVThe third session was harder than the first two and he knew it was going to be before we started.I could tell by the way he was already on the mat when I came in, no warmup, no small talk, just standing there in a grey shirt with his arms loose at his sides watching me walk through the door like he'd been thinking about this all day. Maybe he had. I'd stopped pretending I knew what went on in his head."You've been favoring your right side," he said, before I'd even finished wrapping my hands."Hello to you too.""It's a problem. If Morales at regionals clocks it she'll take your ribs apart in the second round."I pulled the wrap tight and didn't answer because he was right and I knew he was right and telling him so wasn't something I was prepared to do at eight in the evening after a full day of trying not to think about him.We started with footwork drills, which sounds boring and isn't, not the way he runs them. He sets the pace and changes it without warning and you ha
He Wants Me Dead Or Alive Don Navarro Calls
Raffaele’s POVWhen my father called, he didn’t ask.“Dinner,” he said, his voice steady and unhurried over the line. “Tonight.”That was it. No explanation, no room to refuse. There never was.“I’ll be there,” I replied.He ended the call without another word.I stood there for a moment, phone still in my hand, already knowing what this was about. My father didn’t come into the city unless something needed his direct attention, and he didn’t summon me unless he had already decided the conversation was necessary. Whatever he wanted to say, he had been thinking about it for a while.I got ready without rushing, but I didn’t waste time either. By the time I stepped out, everything was in place the way it needed to be. I didn’t tell Rosa where I was going. There was no reason to, and no part of me wanted to bring her into this before I had to.The restaurant was one of my father’s usual choices when he was in the city—private, quiet, and controlled. The kind of place where no one asked q
He Wants Me Dead Or Alive Hands On
Rosa’s POVBy the second sparring session, I told myself I had everything under control.That was a lie, but it was one I was willing to believe as long as I could still step onto the mat and move the way I was supposed to.When I walked into the gym that evening, Raffaele was already there. He wasn’t doing anything dramatic, just standing near the mat with that same quiet, watchful look he always had, like he had been there long enough to settle into the space completely. His eyes lifted to me the moment I entered, and something about the way his gaze held mine for a second longer than necessary made me instantly aware of myself—my clothes, my posture, the way I was standing.“You’re late,” he said.“I’m not,” I replied, dropping my bag by the wall. “You’re just early.”There was a faint hint of amusement in his expression, but he didn’t argue. He simply nodded toward the mat. “Warm up.”I moved without another word, letting routine take over. Stretching came first, then footwork dri
He Wants Me Dead Or Alive The Sparring Deal
Rosa’s POVMy competition was eight weeks away, and the university gym was still off-limits. Eight weeks was nothing in fight time—skills dulled faster than people realized, timing slipped, reflexes slowed—and I wasn’t about to let that happen while I sat in a penthouse like something pretty and contained, waiting for a man to decide when I could step outside. That wasn’t me, and it never would be.I found Raffaele in the living room that afternoon, exactly where I expected him to be—on the couch, laptop open, posture relaxed like he owned not just the space but the air in it. Sunlight filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the sharp edges of his face and the calm focus in his eyes. For a brief second, I watched him, taking in the quiet authority he carried so effortlessly, before reminding myself why I was there.“I need to train.”He didn’t react immediately. He simply lifted his gaze from the screen, steady and unreadable as always. “You can train here. The gym
He Wants Me Dead Or Alive Terms
Rosa’s POVI took longer than usual getting ready the next morning, not because I didn’t know what to wear, but because I couldn’t decide what version of myself I was supposed to walk out there as. The one from yesterday felt too distant, too unaffected. The one from last night— I refused to linger on that. By the time I stepped out of my room, I had already made the decision. I would be composed. I would be clear. Whatever happened last night would stay exactly where I put it.I walked into his office without knocking.Raffaele was at his desk, sleeves rolled, expression calm in a way that immediately irritated me. He looked up as I entered, his gaze settling on me with quiet awareness, like he already knew what I had come to say and was simply waiting to hear how I would phrase it.I didn’t give him time to speak. I crossed the room and sat down across from him, back straight, chin lifted just enough to feel like control.“Last night was physical,” I said, my voice even, measured. “
He Wants Me Dead Or Alive How You Take Me Deep
Rosa’s POVI couldn’t sleep.I lay in his bed, in his blanket, in his building, staring at the ceiling while the kiss from earlier played over and over in my head. His mouth on mine. Firm. Sure. No hesitation. I kept feeling the way my body had responded, the way I had kissed him back before my brain caught up. I hated myself for it. I hated how much I kept replaying it. I hated how warm my skin still felt hours later.At 1am I gave up.I got out of bed, pulled on the robe he had left for me, and walked to the kitchen for water. The lights were low, just the glow from the city outside the windows. I stopped when I saw him.Raffaele was already there, leaning against the counter, shirt untucked, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked like he couldn’t sleep either. I told myself it didn’t satisfy something in me. I told myself I didn’t care.We stood on opposite sides of the kitchen for a long moment, neither of us speaking. The silence stretched, thick and heavy.Then I said his nam
He Wants Me Dead Or Alive Embarrassment Level: Catastrophic
Rosa’s POVI woke up slowly, light leaked through heavy curtains in thin gold stripes across the bed. My mouth tasted like metal and regret.My head throbbed in time with my heartbeat. I tried to sit up and the room tilted so hard I had to grab the sheets to stay upright.That’s when I noticed Kyli
He Wants Me Dead Or Alive One Love, One Devil
Raffaele’s POV The penthouse felt different up here, away from the girls downstairs. Luca’s space was all sleek lines and dark wood, a mirror of our family’s world, but with Kylie’s touches scattered around: a soft throw blanket on the couch, fresh flowers on the bar cart. It made the place fee
He Wants Me Dead Or Alive Fever
Raffaele’s POVThe doctor stepped back from the bed, peeling off his gloves with that calm practiced snap that always made me want to punch something. “Her drink was spiked,” he said, voice level like he was reading a weather report. “Rohypnol most likely, judging by the symptoms and the timeline.
He Wants Me Dead Or Alive Caught
Rosa’s POVThe second I realized he’d seen me flip the photo my face caught fire all over again. I stood there frozen in his office doorway, robe slipping off one shoulder, heart slamming so loud I was sure he could hear it. I’d been caught red-handed snooping through his things, touching something
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