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2026-08-20 03:55:06
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My Dirty Night Secret Twenty Four
**ANGELA’S POV**Time moved like quicksand, slipping through my fingers faster than I could grasp it.It took every ounce of willpower to pull Katie out of the questions she still wanted to ask. If we ever met again, I would answer everything. Right now I had to get back to the mansion before my absence became impossible to hide. The sickening certainty that it might already be too late twisted my stomach into knots.I shoved the dark thoughts aside and hurried down the deep-red corridors. A cold tingle raced along my spine, raising the fine hairs on my arms.*You robbed a mob boss. You stole his money. He has killed for far less.*I swallowed hard. There was no turning back. If he decided to dump my body at the bottom of the sea, at least I would know it had been for a good reason.Hanzo was vicious when angry. This would make him furious.I rounded a corner too quickly and collided hard with someone solid. The man grunted at the impact. Two figures stood near the exit, and I had sla
My Dirty Night Secret Twenty Three
ANGELA’S POVTwo polished black loafers caught the thin moonlight spilling through the large window. The soft tap of soles against the thick carpet made my heart slam against my ribs.I held my breath and pressed myself deeper into the shadows beneath the desk, wishing I could simply disappear into the wood.“I know you’re here.” The accent-rich voice was calm and cold. “Come out.”There was no mistaking the threat beneath the words. If I revealed myself, I was finished. No one would care why I had broken into Hanzo’s office. The fact that I was inside would be more than enough to behead me. Being the boss’s current favorite would not save me—not from men who answered only to fear and money.Think! Damn it,Angela, Think!“Show yourself!” The owner of the expensive shoes grew more agitated with every second. He was moving closer to the desk.What if he has a gun? I’ll be dead before I can explain anything.I sucked in a sharp breath. There was only one option left. He was seconds awa
My Dirty Night Secret Twenty Two
ANGELA’S POVThings had shifted since the night we spent tangled under the covers—subtly, but undeniably. Hanzo had made it his personal mission to keep me in bed until I recovered fully. More often than not that meant he stayed in the bed with me.When we were alone, the mask of the ruthless leader slipped. Each day revealed another fragment of the man beneath: empathy, unexpected kindness, even a quiet sort of integrity. I told him about my love of dance. He taught me to play chess. We joked and laughed like two ordinary people. Whatever small thing I asked for, he saw that it was done.It still wasn’t enough to make me forget. Or forgive.The darker side of him remained—strong, dominant, always present just beneath the surface. I saw it flicker in his eyes whenever the kindness threatened to take over. He never conducted business in front of me, yet every time he returned late with bruised knuckles and a suit stained dark red, the reminder was brutal and clear.He was still a mon
My Dirty Night Secret Twenty One
ANGELA’S POVWhen my eyes opened the next morning, the sheets beside me were cold. Only the lingering trace of his masculine scent remained on the pillow I had unconsciously pulled against my chest.Harsh sunlight cut through the gaps in the curtains, bright and unforgiving. I groaned and rolled over carefully. My shoulder throbbed with a deep, steady ache—almost as sharp as the realization that I had willingly let Hanzo between my legs the night before. And that I had enjoyed it.God.I pressed my face into the pillow. It had been a moment of pure weakness. He had been vulnerable, drunk, and unfairly handsome—disheveled hair, open shirt, those rare softer grey eyes. He had gotten under my skin completely.He had been so gentle, nothing like the ruthless mob boss I knew. Apparently that had been all it took for me to give in.I wanted to scream.In a single night the man who had ruined my life had somehow charmed me into sleeping with him. Literally.I glanced at the empty space next
My Dirty Night Secret Twenty
ANGELA’S POVThe kiss stole the air from my lungs—deep, a little unsteady, and completely consuming.I didn’t care.His tongue explored my mouth with hungry intensity, and the flutter low in my stomach only grew stronger. My arms wound around his broad shoulders, fingers sliding into the thick, slightly longer strands of his hair. The wild look suited him.He was the first to pull back, breathing hard.“You’re hurt,” he rasped. Scalding heat burned in his eyes—desire, want, need—and underneath it all, clear concern.This was the moment I could have stopped everything, claimed it was only the medication and the whiskey talking. I didn’t.“I’ll be fine,” I whispered.That was all the permission he needed.We had been intimate before—the night I sold him my virginity had been cold, transactional, almost clinical. This was different. His touch was careful, almost feather-light, as if he feared breaking me.His large hand traced from my cheek down the side of my neck, carefully avoiding th
My Dirty Night Secret Nineteen
ANGELA’S POVPain is merciless. It can break even the strongest will, searing through the body like a storm that sweeps away every clear thought and turns everything good against you. It makes you beg for the feeling to stop.My eyes opened to a white ceiling and the distant crackle of a fire. Soft orange light flickered at the edge of my vision. I had been drifting in and out of consciousness for what felt like an eternity.The first time I surfaced, I was in a car, laid across the back seat with my head cradled against a warm, solid chest. The second time was a blur of blinding white lights and unfamiliar voices. I remembered being rushed somewhere, a man in a medical mask leaning over me. Now, for the third time, the panic and noise were gone. Only the quiet sound of the fire remained.My mouth was dry. My body felt stiff and heavy.“What happened?” The words scraped past my chapped lips in a rough whisper. I wasn’t certain anyone was even in the room to hear them.Then came the sh
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