ログインMATILDA'S POVI should have left it alone. That would have been the smart thing—the safe thing. Blossom had already given me enough answers to piece together why the people here looked at Gideon Vale the way they did, why Ash would follow him into hell without hesitation. It explained the tension that seemed to follow him like a shadow.But curiosity has always been my weakness. In books it gets people killed. In movies it gets them cursed. Tonight, it had me wandering deeper into the Den, searching for a man I was supposed to hate.The hallway grew quieter the further I walked from the bar. The thump of music faded, replaced by the low murmur of distant voices and the occasional heavy tread of boots. I passed a biker carrying a stack of paperwork. He slowed when he spotted me.“The boss’s little headache,” he muttered.I stopped, folding my arms. “Excuse me?”His mouth twitched with amusement, but it died quickly when I asked where Gideon was. His face turned serious.“You don’t want
MATILDA’S POVThe noise of the den didn’t feel the same when we walked back in.It was still loud. Still alive. Music humming low under conversations, glasses clinking, boots dragging across concrete floors. But there was something underneath it now. Something quieter. Sharper. Like everyone knew something had just happened… and no one was saying it out loud.Blossom walked beside me, but slower this time.Not her usual bounce. Not her easy glow.Just… smaller.I didn’t touch her. I didn’t know if she wanted that. Didn’t know if I even had the right. So I stayed close instead, guiding her toward the bar like that alone could hold her together.The bartender looked up the second we approached. Her normally hard face dissolved into concern immediately she saw Blossom “Hey,” she said softly, already reaching for a glass. “Sit.”Blossom didn’t argue. She slipped onto one of the stools, fingers curling lightly around the edge like she needed something solid.A glass of water was placed in
GIDEON VALEI walked without slowing, without acknowledging anyone who crossed my path. People moved out of the way instinctively anyway. They always did. There was something in my expression that told them not to test it.Good.Because I didn’t have the patience for mistakes today.By the time I reached my office, my jaw was still tight, my mind still louder than it should have been. That… rarely happened. I didn’t carry things with me like that. I handled them. I ended them. I moved on.That was how control worked.But today something had followed me into that room.And I didn’t like it.The door slammed harder than intended behind me, the sound cracking through the space like a gunshot. Silence followed immediately, thick and suffocating.I stood there for a second.Just standing.Breathing.Letting the last remnants of that room drain out of my system.It didn’t.My hand moved to the bar without thought. The glass was already in my grip before I registered it. Scotch. No ice. No h
GIDEON VALEThe door closed behind me with a quiet finality that most people would have mistaken for calm.It wasn’t.The room was soundproof. Clean. Deliberate. Built for moments exactly like this, where noise didn’t need to escape for damage to be done. The man stumbled forward the second my men let go of him, catching himself on shaking hands before turning back, eyes wide, breath uneven, panic already setting in like rot.I stepped forward slowly, rolling my sleeves up with measured precision, my gaze fixed on him in a way that made men understand, very quickly, that this was no longer a situation they could talk their way out of.“I didn’t— I didn’t know—” he started, his voice breaking over itself as he backed up a step. “I didn’t know she was—”“Mine?” I finished calmly.The word hung in the air. Not loud. Not dramatic.But absolute.His throat bobbed. “I wasn’t trying to— I just asked for her number, that’s all. I swear, that’s all—”I tilted my head slightly, studying him lik
MATILDA’S POV“I thought you said we need to talk,” I said, my voice cutting clean through the silence. “So talk.”The words sat between us like something thrown, something sharp enough to draw blood if it landed wrong.Gideon didn’t answer immediately.Of course he didn’t.He never rushed anything. Not words. Not decisions. Not people.He sat there in that perfectly tailored three-piece suit, like he had been carved into it instead of dressed, posture relaxed but not careless, one arm resting along the back of the chair like he owned not just the room, but the air inside it. And his eyes—God.His eyes moved.Slow.From my face…Down.Deliberate. Unapologetic. Like he was reading something written on my body that I didn’t even know was there.And I hated that I felt it.That awareness crawling under my skin, making me hyper-conscious of everything—the fall of my dress, the way I was standing, the fact that I had walked into his house like I wasn’t stepping straight back into a proble
GIDEON VALEI can’t get her out of my mind. She’s turning my carefully built world upside down and it’s fucking annoying. I’m slipping up. I don’t ever slip up. I couldn’t afford it.The thought doesn’t come once. It loops. It presses. It lingers like something unfinished, something scratching at the inside of my skull, refusing to be ignored no matter how many times I try to file it away under irrelevant.Matilda Monroe.Even her name feels like disruption. Too sharp. Too alive. It doesn’t sit quietly the way everything else in my life does. It doesn’t obey structure. It doesn’t fit.I stare at my phone longer than necessary, thumb hovering just above the screen, already knowing what I’m about to do before I actually do it. This is not hesitation. I don’t hesitate. This is calculation. This is correction.Distance is necessary.Control is necessary.She is neither.Don’t come in today.I type it out. Simple. Direct. No room for interpretation. No room for her to twist it into somethi
GIDEON VALEThe elevator hummed silently.It's enclosed walls offering the silence I treasured.I stood alone, mind not able to shut off.She was all I could think about.The girl whose house you took is hard to ignore Who does she think she is?Giving me a message. A threat.Audacity like that us
GIDEON VALEThe bar breath beneath my feet.Even with the reinforced glass and steel, I could still hear the steady hum of the noise below, like a distant pulse.Files laid across my table in neat opened stacks.Territory agreements, land deeds, debt summaries, interest accurals, property transfers
Really?!!!Not white tigers but white bears.That gangster wannabe's tattoo was the answer all along.It was literally right in front of me.The website redirected to another site with a white and gold layout.I scrolled down to find any information but there was nothing, just an endless loop of w
I didn't sleep last night. I couldn't dare.Mom either.She sat hunched over on the dinning table nursing a coffee that had long lost steam.In front of her was the document the bikers had dropped off two days ago.We'd spent the most part of the night going over it again and again.There was no fo







