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Chapter 6: The Breaking Point

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Bella’s POV

The room turns into a live wire the second Nico sees us.

Victor stands in front of me—still fully dressed except for the open fly he never bothered to zip back up, cock half-hard and glistening. I’m curled on the sectional, knees drawn to my chest, naked, skin flushed and marked, thighs slick with both of them. The air reeks of sex, rain, and rage.

Nico’s gun is already raised—black steel steady, barrel trained center-mass on Victor’s chest.

Victor doesn’t flinch.

He just smil
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