FAZER LOGINCIRO (THEO)A grin stretched wide on my lips as soon as I heard the hasty screeching of tires into the compound. I shot to my feet—naked to the core, my soft dick dangling between my legs with every move I made, my lower lip tucked between my teeth.Adrenaline buzzed in my head as I waited, a bass humming beneath my skin as soon as the footsteps drew closer. He stopped at the farther end of the corridor, his eyes going darker, pupils dilating as he glanced down at me.He swallowed thickly, his hands going down to unbutton his shirt.“My men take shifts on these grounds. Are you trying to get them in trouble too?” he muttered beneath his breath, his eyes finding mine.“I cleared the grounds. I told them once they see you head up, they should all leave,” I admitted coyly, my dick beginning to harden as I spoke. The scorching heat of his gaze was making me so fucking hard. Fuck.“And this little plan of yours… it's because?” he asked, finally getting his shirt off, his hands flying down
CERCEIThis would be fun…My eyes dropped between Zenya…the standoffish bastard—and his husband, Jeremy. They looked distraught, and something about it made me feel so fucking pleased.“I suppose you asked for this meeting because there is something important you have to say?” I asked, locking my fingers together, eyes forward, staring keenly at them.Zenya cleared his throat and locked eyes with me, whom was wanting to be done with this already. Theo was waiting. Finally, I had someone to wait for me back at home.“How much?” Zenya asked, his cold mask slipping back into place as he spoke. The cocky bastard.“How much?” I asked in response, playing the innocent. Let’s see what he had to say for himself.“Yes, how much? What do you want? I'll offer you anything.”“In exchange for?” I asked again, feeling my spine go rigid.“Theo… We know he’s with you,” Jeremy responded, and a smile crawled up my lips as silence ensued between us. They didn't know shit. Kirril was right. They only bel
HUNTERThe cigarette dangled from the side of my lips as I took a swig from the bottle, welcoming the burning sensation down my fucking throat.A loud, wailing sound came from beneath my boot. My heel pressed against his face as he cried into the dirt.“Too loud… My head hurts already. You know that,” I muttered, twisting my foot into his face, puffing out smoke. I tossed the butt of the cigarette onto the ground. Picking out tobacco to light.Blood streaked off my hands and feet. The pile of bodies behind me was pissing me off even more. Shit… This one was holding out too.“Tell me… Who sent you that night?” I questioned. I took another swig of the alcohol, emptying the contents of the bottle, tossing it harshly against his body. He screamed, loudly, clutching his throat.“No one… No one sent me…!”Rage blinded me out… white rage. I felt my body tumble into nothing but raw, murderous intent. I slammed the hammer down, banging it behind his skull. He seized up, screeching and shaking
CERCEI.I hadn't let my guard down in twenty bloody years. Yet… I couldn't help the sheer thrill thrumming in me.He smiled, his hands pressed to my cheeks, a long string of saliva dangling from our lips. My heart thudded. Did he know… that I was nothing but a fake? A lie?."You are hard… husband," Theo slurred, a mischievous glint in his eyes.I shuddered, pressing my lips against his again. Bodies slamming harder together.I felt his cock grind heavily on my thighs. I may or may not have watched him for two days straight, naked and proud before me, believing every single bullshit lie I had fed to him about being married. I had let the obsession fester because I knew I couldn't stand being next to him and being hard from every living, breathing moment of it.Theo moaned into my mouth, slamming his palms into my chest, shoving me against the bed. I froze. His eyes traveled down to the man bleeding out on the rug. It did something to him. I could see the sparkle in his eyes briefly.B
CIRO (THEO)Three days. It had been three bloody days since I woke up having no idea who I was, what my life was, whom I loved, or what my past experiences were. Nothing. My brain had wiped my whole fucking slate clean, and God, it was frustrating.Turned out I was married to Cercei for four years. I’d attended school, did a little of this and that… Cercei showed me papers, a few pictures, but nothing substantial.I found it hard to believe that I was involved with… a man like Cercei. The Bratva god of Italy. His nickname was Smert—a Russian word that meant death—and it wasn’t helping. I was seated in our massive dining hall, alone. He’d been gone since yesterday morning, hadn't called… Oh yes, I had no access to a phone. Something about not getting my brain scrambled too much. I had a TV, the basic things, and a dozen other dicks keeping watch on me in this massive mansion. I had no internet.They wouldn't say a thing to me, wouldn't hold eye contact, and it irritated me. It irritat
CERCEII watched from the window, peering right at the athletic frame in bed, his eyes blinking as he fluttered them open—unfocused and tired, worn out and confused.I could hear the nurse I’d personally assigned to him asking the practiced questions, whispering bits and pieces, checking his vitals. Several minutes passed and the nurse nodded over, walking towards me.“How bad?” I asked in a chilly tone reserved for everyone. Inside, my fingers twitched with excitement, but I had refused to make that bit obvious either.“Really bad, so to say. It’s just a total shitshow, Pakhan… His memories are off the tracks. They might come back in bits and pieces, but we can't ascertain when that would begin. Might be in a week… ten weeks… a year or… ten years. As long as he isn't triggered, his memories would stay sealed tight and very soon, and finally… be gone,” he explained.A smirk angled on my lips, a purr vibrating from my chest as I stared at my latest, fancy toy in a hospital robe, starin
ATLAS.He had been sleeping all morning. His phone buzzed for the seventh time in a row and I felt my patience snap as I ended the call, proceeding to switch off the phone. I hadn’t stopped him when the stupid druggie had passed him those pills. He looked desperate, like he needed an outlet.Shit,
THEOTWO YEARS LATERI groaned, blood dripping down from the side of my cheek, my eyes rolling in my head, the sharp sting of pain blurring my senses.“Shit! Did I hit you hard?” Jamal asked with a little giggle, rolling his eyes in his head as he laughed hard now.I cursed beneath my breath, uncuf
THEOI gasped, sucking in air while my eyes parted open slowly. I was blinded by harsh rays of lights. When I turned my head slightly, the heavy scent of drug disinfectant made my belly churn. I tried to move, but every muscle in my body felt locked in place.“Oh my God! He’s awake!” I could hear m
HUNTERI was a crazy mess—bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair, a stinging, banging headache. I felt so shitty. I’d only woken barely hours ago. I’d drunk to bed, and as soon as I jerked my eyes open I saw the missed calls from a hospital center. Jamal had rushed in on cue to say Coach had been called a







