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Author: Yukiwrites
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-02 17:35:10

Rosa’s POV

It’s been two days since Raffaele left and I already feel like I’ve been living in someone else’s skin. Two days of training until my muscles screamed, two days of pretending everything was normal, two days of telling myself I was finally free.

Then this morning I drove past my mom’s house just to check, just to breathe easier seeing the street quiet and ordinary. Except it wasn’t. Two black SUVs parked half a block away, tinted windows, engines idling like they had nowhere else to
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  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    Forbidden Touch

    Rosa’s POVI tried to sleep after he left the room but every inch of my skin still remembered him like he'd left permanent marks, the heavy press of his body hovering over mine, knee wedged between my thighs, hands braced on either side of my head, close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off him even through his damp coat. The robe clung to my skin, sticky with sweat, his scent cedar and rain and something darker wrapping around me like he was still here, still pressing me down. I shifted under the covers, thighs rubbing together, and a spark shot straight through me hot and sharp and impossible to ignore. I squeezed my eyes shut willing it away but the ache only grew, spreading low and insistent, making my breath hitch.I've never been ashamed to admit I could take care of myself when I needed to, I wasn't naive, I knew my body better than anyone, back at the dorm I had my toys tucked away in the drawer, the kind that buzzed quietly under the blankets and got the job done f

  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    Suspicion

    Raffaele’s POVI stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door softly behind me so the click wouldn’t wake her. My coat was still damp from the rain, clinging to my shoulders like a second skin, but I didn’t stop to change. Rosa’s voice was still echoing in my head—sharp, defiant, trembling just enough to make me want to go back in there and pull her close again. I shoved the thought down. Later. Right now I had someone else to deal with.Klaus was waiting in the hallway, arms folded, expression blank the way it always went when he knew I was pissed. “She okay?”“She’s resting.” I kept walking toward the elevator. “You stay here. No one in, no one out. Not even the cleaning staff. You see anyone who doesn’t belong, you handle it.”“Got it.” He fell into step beside me. “You going after the kid?”“Yeah. Mateo.” The name tasted like acid. “He was too close last night, arm around her chair. Pouring drinks. Laughing like nothing happened. Either he did it or he knows who did.”Klaus nodd

  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    Bad Thoughts

    Rosa’s POVMy breath caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat the moment his knee settled between my legs and his hands braced on either side of my head. The mattress dipped under his weight, caging me in without crushing me, close enough that I could feel the damp chill of his coat against the thin silk of the robe, close enough that the scent of rain and cedar and him filled every inhale. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure he could feel it where our chests almost touched. I stared up at him, pupils blown wide, skin too hot, too tight, every nerve screaming while my brain scrambled for something sharp to throw back at him.He noticed. Of course he noticed. His eyes darkened as they tracked the way my chest rose and fell too fast, the way my lips parted on a shaky exhale. That low teasing voice of his rolled over me like smoke. “You can lie to yourself all you want, Rosa, but your body doesn’t lie to me.”I shoved at his chest—weakly, pathetically—palms flat

  • 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 that clearly meant more to him than the rest of this cold penthouse ever could. The frame had been heavy in my hand, the glass cool against my skin.Before I could even stammer out an apology, the memory from last night crashed back in full color: me bent over on the bed, puking violently all over his expensive suit while he held my hair back with surprising gentleness, murmuring something low and soothing in Italian that I’d been too sick to translate. My cheeks burned deeper, the kind of red that probably glowed in the dark. Humiliation clawed at my throat. I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole, to disappear into the marble and never resurface.Raffaele stepped closer, rain stil

  • 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 Kylie curled on the edge of the mattress beside me, knees tucked up, one hand resting near mine like she’d fallen asleep mid-reach.I turned my head toward her and winced as pain lanced behind my eyes. The small movement was enough. Kylie stirred, blinked awake, and sat up fast.“Rosa?” Her voice cracked on my name as she reached out immediately, palm pressing to my forehead. “You’re cooler. Thank God. How do you feel?”I swallowed and it hurt. “Like someone ran me over with a truck. What… what happened?”Kylie exhaled long and shaky. “Between throwing up all night, talking complete gibberish, and finally breaking your fever around dawn, you’re alright now. Everything’s fine.”I stared at her, p

  • 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. She didn’t ingest enough alcohol for this level of reaction, but the combination amplified it.”My eyes snapped up to him. “Is that why she’s burning up? I thought she was just drunk.”He shook his head, already packing his kit. “No. The fever is her body fighting the drug and the dehydration that came after. She’s stable now. I’ve started the drip, fluids and anti-nausea meds. Keep her hydrated when she wakes. She’ll be groggy, possibly confused for a few hours. Call me if her temperature spikes again or she starts vomiting uncontrollably. I left a prescription for something to help with the headache tomorrow.”I nodded once, jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. “Thank you.”He gave me a qui

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