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Ninety Five
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Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Ninety Five
Florence POV Then he kissed me. It wasn’t gentle or questioning. It was firm, claiming, desperate. A kiss that was both a promise and an anchor, pouring all his fierce determination and unspoken feeling into me. I kissed him back with equal fervor, clinging to him, to the solid reality of him, as the world threatened to spin away. For that moment, the danger, the fear, the impossible odds—none of it existed. There was only him, and the unshakeable truth that we were in this to the end, side by side.When we broke apart, breathless, the world rushed back in, but the core of my fear had been replaced with a hardened resolve.We needed an edge. Our handguns and Javier’s rifle weren’t enough for a frontal assault on a fortified location.“We need more,” Anthony said, pulling away. “More firepower. More options.” He hesitated, then made a decision. “I have a cache. A secure one. Weapons, ammunition, explosives, money, clean passports. It’s in a storage facility near your hometown.”Going
Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Ninety Four
Florence POV The false calm of the safehouse lasted until dawn. Angel, sedated from another dose Javier administered to keep her fever and trauma in check, lay on the narrow bed in the small back room, her breathing shallow but steady. The quiet was a fragile, precious thing. We had slept in shifts, but my sleep had been thin and haunted by the sounds of breaking glass and gunfire. Still, for a few hours, there was no pounding on the door, no shattering windows. We thought we had a moment to breathe.I was wrong.The note came in the cold, gray light of morning.Javier had left just after first light on a quick, quiet run for bottled water, basic food, and more medical supplies. He’d been gone twenty minutes. I was in the kitchenette, trying to force down a piece of dry toast, when I heard the soft, unmistakable click of the apartment’s front door closing. It wasn’t the sound of someone entering. It was the final, definite sound of it shutting.A cold finger of dread traced my spine.
Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Ninety Three
Florence POV I was on my feet in an instant. Anthony was already there, his back to the wall beside the door, pistol in hand. He held up a hand, signaling me to stay still. Then, with silent, lethal grace, he slipped out a side door I hadn't even noticed.The minutes that followed were an eternity. I stood frozen in the middle of the dark garage, listening. Angel was awake too, sitting upright in her corner, watching the door.Finally, the side door opened and Anthony slipped back in. He relocked it. In the dim light, I saw a dark, wet smear on the sleeve of his jacket. Not a lot of blood, but enough. He walked to a sink in the corner and turned on the tap, washing his hands methodically. The water ran pink, then clear.He didn't speak. He didn't look at me. He just dried his hands on his pants and resumed his position by the main door, his expression unreadable.I didn't ask what happened. I didn't need to. A cold, sick understanding settled in my gut. This was the reality now. We w
Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Ninety Two
Florence POV.We were asleep when the first door exploded.It wasn't a knock or a kick. It was a deafening, splintering BOOM that shook the entire apartment and tore me from a shallow, troubled sleep. I sat bolt upright in the narrow bed, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped animal. My ears rang from the shock of the sound.Another crash followed immediately—the sound of the deadbolt tearing free from the frame. Heavy boots thundered in the hallway outside the apartment door. Men shouted, their voices rough and commanding in a language I didn't understand.Anthony was already a moving shadow in the dark. He grabbed my arm, his grip like iron. "Floor. Now."I didn't argue. I rolled off the mattress and onto the cold hardwood just as a staccato burst of automatic gunfire ripped through the room. TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT! Muzzle flashes lit up the darkness like violent strobe lights. Plaster erupted from the wall above the bed where my head had been seconds before. The window behind
Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Ninety One
Anthony's Pov.When Karla discovered she was pregnant with me, her world did not light up with joy. It filled with a cold, stark terror. The child was a product of my father, a permanent chain to him. The night she told Antonia, she finally broke down completely.“I can’t,” she sobbed, the first time Antonia had ever seen her lose control. “I can’t bear it. It’s him, inside me.”Antonia held her, her own tears falling into Karla’s hair. “I hate him,” she swore, her voice shaking with a venom she’d never felt before. “I will make him pay for this.”“No,” Karla clutched at her. “Don’t you leave me. You stay. You stay with me. Promise me.”“I promise,” Antonia whispered, kissing her forehead. “I’ll always be here.”And she was. She was there through the sickness, the fear, the dark days. She talked to Karla’s growing belly, calling me her little warrior. She chose my name: Anthony, after her. “Antonia means ‘priceless,’” she told Karla. “And he will be. He will be everything we never had
Oops, I Kissed My Villain Boss Ninety
(FLASHBACK: ANTHONY’S STORY)My mother’s name was Karla. She came from old money, the kind that valued discretion over everything. Her marriage to my father, Alistair St. Louis, was the front page of every society section. A merger of empires. No one asked if they loved each other. It wasn’t relevant.Karla was an artist. Her world was one of color and light, trapped in a gilded cage of expectations. She was quiet, observant, and possessed a stillness that people mistook for passivity.My father was a businessman, heir to a sprawling corporate legacy. He was also a man who believed everything, including people, were assets to be acquired. His most public acquisition was Karla. His most private was a woman named Antonia.Antonia was everything Karla was not—fiery, outspoken, from a flashy new-money family that scandalized the old guard. She was my father’s mistress for two years before the wedding, and he had no intention of letting her go after it. He enjoyed the thrill. The refined,
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