The quiet hum of the city outside was a distant whisper compared to the storm inside the small apartment. Mia sat between Axel and Daniel on the edge of the bed, her heart hammering loud enough she was sure they could hear it. The soft glow of the bedside lamp painted their skin gold, turning the moment electric with anticipation and something more fragile, something close to excitement. Axel’s hand rested warm and steady on her waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles that sent shivers crawling down her spine. Daniel’s touch was lighter, a feather brushing over her arm, but the hunger in his dark eyes spoke volumes. Patience, need and fire burning all at once. The space between the three of them pulsed with an unspoken promise, a shared understanding that this was no mere fantasy. It was real. It was theirs. Mia’s breath hitched as she broke the silence. “I want this,” she whispered, voice trembling with a mix of nerves and longing. “All of it. With both of you. Forever.” Axe
The phone buzzed again as it turned on. Mia’s heart stuttered in her chest as she stared at the screen. A voicemail from her Mum glowing in front of her. Hands trembling, she pressed play, holding the phone close like it might slip from her grasp. Her mother’s voice poured through the speaker—warm, familiar, full of light. “Darling… you’re going to love Fiji. The ocean is the same blue as your favourite flowers, and the sunsets—oh, Mia, they look like someone set the whole sky on fire. Take care of yourself, okay? I miss you terribly. I love...” The message ended. But the final second crackled—distorted, warped. A metallic echo lingered, like a whisper trapped in static. Mia’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes scanned the room, heart hammering in her chest. Was it really her? Was her mum safe? Or was this a trick—Slade, playing another sick game? Her fingers tightened around the phone until her knuckles ached. “I—I don’t know,” she whispered. “What if it’s
The morning sun filtered through the blinds, bathing the safe house in a soft, golden glow. Mia stretched languidly, the sweet tension of last night still echoing in every nerve. She had loved how it had felt to wake up between Axel and Daniel each time felt like a blessing—impossible and fragile, but hers. But waking up without them around was a cold and empty feeling. In the living room, Lauren sipped coffee like a connoisseur, legs crossed, posture confident. The walls of the room bore traces of laughter. Board games half-played, blankets tossed aside, and a single red rose in a vase that Lauren had insisted on buying “to spruce up the safehouse.” Mia padded over in her pyjamas, curling up beside her friend. “Morning.” “Mornin’ sunshine,” Lauren replied, bumping her hip against Mia’s. “How’s the queen of pain today?” Mia grinned and rubbed her side, still tender but healing fast. “Much better, thanks to your miracle cling film job and a decent shower.” Lauren mock-bowed t
Chapter 95 change speech at end to Daniels fun experience and how he went to the army to learn The engine growled low as the SUV tore down the isolated dirt track road, the tires eating up asphalt like hunger. Cold mist clung to the trees around them, thick and ancient. Axel sat behind the wheel, jaw clenched so tight it hurt, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. Next to him, Daniel checked the ammo in his weapon with a quiet, precise efficiency that made Axel—reluctantly—respect him. Behind them, two more SUVs kept pace, loaded with Axel’s best men: trained ex-military, loyal to him and only him. On this job, he didn’t take chances. Slade was supposed to be here. The tracker had pinged. A private plane filed under a false name had landed hours ago at a private airstrip twenty miles north of Lake Mead. Then radio silence. “Say that again,” Axel barked, breaking the silence. His comm crackled. “Confirmed heat signatures inside the compound. Small, empty structure. Infrared sho
Warmth. That was the first thing she noticed. Not the blinding ache in her abdomen or the dull memory of pain. Not even the phantom echoes of what they’d done to her the night before—though her thighs still trembled faintly from it. No. The first thing Mia noticed was warmth. The kind that came from being cocooned between two solid, sleeping bodies—Axel on one side, his arm heavy over her waist, and Daniel curled close at her back, his breath steady against her neck. Her dreams, it seemed, had followed her into the morning. She smiled softly, eyes fluttering open as the early Vegas light trickled in through the crack in the curtains. She shifted slowly, careful not to wake them. Axel murmured something in his sleep and pulled her closer. Daniel groaned, stretching, one hand sliding over her hip in a sleepy, possessive gesture. God. This was real.
She was trembling beneath them. Not from fear or anger. Not anymore. From pleasure. From exhaustion. From the raw, overwhelming intensity of what they’d just done to her—and with her. Daniel hadn’t expected it to feel like this. Like letting go and being in complete control at the same time. He should’ve been jealous. Possessive. He had been, once. But now? He watched Axel gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, careful not to disturb her. Now, all he could feel was understanding. And awe. And a filthy, hungry need that hadn’t eased—if anything, it had only grown. This experience had Mia let out a soft sigh as her arms fell back to her sides. Her skin glistened with sweat, her lips kiss-swollen, her body marked by both of them. Her thighs still trembled slightly from her last orgasm, and her eyes fluttered shut. “Hey,” Daniel murmured, leaning over her. “Don’t sleep yet. We’re not done taking care of you.” She blinked up at him, dazed. Her voice was barely a w