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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional. This book, including all its content, is protected by copyright laws. All rights are reserved by the author, and no part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, or otherwise utilized in any form or by any means—whether electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the express written permission of the copyright holder. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution of this work is prohibited and may result in legal action. Copyright © 2026 by Jane Doe Writings. All rights reserved. ───── 𓆙 ───── TRIGGER WARNINGS! The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. This book contains multiple explicit scenes that graphically simulate sexual assault, although every encounter is fully consensual. •Strong Language •Graphic Violence and Gore •Murder/Assassination •Torture •Gun Violence •Explicit Sexual Scenes •Physical Abuse This is a dark romance, which means love is messy, pain is part of the journey, and healing comes at a cost. Please take care of yourself while reading, and know that it’s okay to step away if anything becomes too overwhelming. Your safety and comfort matter more than any chapter. ───── 𓆙 ───── POINT OF VIEWS - POVs. This book is written in dual point of view. That said, not every chapter will alternate perspectives. The POV shifts will happen organically, when it makes the most sense for the storyline. Sometimes you’ll stay with one character for several chapters if that’s where the emotional weight or action is strongest. ───── 𓆙 ───── UPDATES SCHEDULE I post one new chapter every day, though there may occasionally be a skipped day here and there. Life can get a little chaotic, especially since I’m currently juggling this story with the demands of medical school (yes, it's as intense as it sounds). Please know that I’m doing my very best to keep updates consistent while still balancing exams, hospital rotations, and everything else in between. Your patience and support mean the world to me, and every comment, like, and read keeps me motivated to keep going even on the tough days ───── 𓆙 ───── AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for choosing to read my story, truly, it means the world to me. There are so many incredible books out there, and the fact that you decided to spend time with mine is something I don’t take for granted. If you enjoy the story, I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts. Your feedback not only helps me grow as a writer but also keeps me company during those long, solitary hours when it’s just me, my coffee, and my characters emotionally ruining each other. Thank you again for being here. I can’t wait to share more of this journey with you. ───── 𓆙 ───── With all my love, Jane Doe Writings. X O X O 💋Raphael━━ ⛓ ━━"Five minutes are up," I whispered, flicking the safety off my bow, "The Void is open. Happy fucking hunting, gentlemen."With a surge of adrenaline, the men vanished into the trees, disappearing into the blackness I controlled.I stayed on the terrace for a moment, watching the digital map on my wrist. I wanted to see which of the trash ran the fastest. I wanted to pick the most interesting target.I was the best at this because I didn't just hunt with my hands, I hunted with my mind. I stood there, the blue light from my watch reflecting in my eyes as the screams began to drift back from the treeline. The others had already vanished, crashing through the brush like hungry wolves, but I preferred to wait. I liked to see the patterns form.On my wrist, fifty dots of light were scattering. Most of them were clumped together, huddled in the thickets like sheep, easy pickings for the others. But one dot caught my eye. It was moving fast, cutting a straight line toward th
Raphael━━ ⛓ ━━I leaned against the cold brick wall of the mansion, my arms crossed, watching the show. Our soldiers were busy dragging in the trash, fifty men, all bound at the wrists, their faces covered in bruises and tears. They were lined up like cattle ready for the slaughter. This was the Hunt for the night, and the air already smelled like sweat and fear.Adriano walked in behind them, looking entirely too casual. He had his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his expensive coat fluttering as he moved."The cells downstairs were getting a bit crowded," he said, his voice light, almost bored. "So I brought you fifty of the worst. Traitors, rats, and the kind of scum that touches people who can’t fight back. They’re all yours. Do whatever you want with them."I didn't say a word. I just watched, my mind already calculating the thrill of the hunt. Luca walked over and crouched down in front of one man who was shaking so hard his teeth were chattering. The second the man’s eyes m
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━I was back at the Rose Garden, which was basically a fancy way of saying a place where girls got dressed up to be arm candy for guys with too much money. "I’m telling you, Mama D, they aren’t humans," I groaned, throwing my head back so hard my ponytail nearly hit the floor. "They are like... six different flavors of Doom. It’s a Doom Buffet."Mama D, the only woman I knew who could look scary while wearing a floral robe and holding a cigarette, blew a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. She looked us over like a mother hen guarding a bunch of sparkly chicks, "They’re Capones, G.""I saw more guns today than I’ve seen in my entire life!" I said, waving my hands around, "And they don't even hide them. It’s like, 'Oh, pass the salt, and also, here is my Glock.' And the staring! Oh my god, the staring. They didn't just look at me; they stared at me like I’d personally broken into their house and stolen their favorite children." Tasha laughed, her dark skin glowing under
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━Gold-digging whores.I didn’t even have to look at them to know that’s exactly what they were. The smell of desperation always clung to women like them, no matter how much expensive perfume they sprayed on their wrists to hide it.Hazel Kinsley. She was the widow of some pathetic senator who had managed to die and leave her with a mountain of debt and a name that wasn't worth the paper it was printed on. So, naturally, she did what people like her do best. She found a shark. She latched onto my father like a leech, hoping his shadow would be enough to hide her from the world.My father, the great Don Salvatore Capone, was a joke. He couldn't even figure out how to be a father to his own blood, yet here he was, tripping over his own feet to play hero for a woman who probably didn't even know his favorite food. He was so eager to take care of her and her baggage. It was embarrassing.And the worst part about all this was... Hazel was sitting in my mother’s chair.That c
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━I tugged at the scrap of black lace riding up my hip. This outfit wasn’t clothes, it was a prayer. A tiny, see-through prayer. I caught my reflection in the cracked dressing room mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. The silver wig was cold and synthetic against my neck. "We’re getting that money, Bri. I swear," I said. Brianna looked at me, her eyes rimmed with red, "Gianna, you don't have to do this. You’ve already done enough for us. You shouldn't have to be in here, looking like this. We'll find another way.""There is no other way, and you know it," I snapped, then immediately softened. I grabbed her hands. They were ice cold, "I am not letting anything happen to any of us. I'd rather stand out there in front of a thousand strangers than spend one second wondering where Cole Mercer took you. If this is what it takes to keep all of us safe, then I'm doing it. End of story."The door swung open, Mama D came in with a smile. She looked us up and down
DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional. This book, including all its content, is protected by copyright laws. All rights are reserved by the author, and no part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, or otherwise utilized in any form or by any means—whether electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the express written permission of the copyright holder. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution of this work is prohibited and may result in legal action.Copyright © 2026 by Jane Doe Writings. All rights reserved.───── 𓆙 ─────TRIGGER WARNINGS!The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. This book contains multiple explicit scenes that graphically simulate sexual assault, although every







