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Twenty One

Author: Rachiella
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-16 15:56:22

Desmond POV

The second Brielle disappeared into the alley with Mirren, a breath escaped me I hadn’t even realized I was holding.

For the moment, at least, she was safe.

But whoever had dared send those men into that club… they had made a mistake. A fatal one.

I turned back through the service door, moving low, gun raised. The thumping bass had died with the gunfire, replaced now by the echo of sirens somewhere in the distance and the quiet sobs of people too shaken to move.

Most had fled already. Good. Fewer eyes to deal with.

The stench of spilled liquor and blood mixed with the fog of smoke machines still lingering in the air. My boots crunched against glass as I swept the room, my chest heavy with the weight of unfinished business.

Two more bodies. One slumped near the DJ booth, another stretched across the bar floor, pistol still clutched in his hand. Both gone. Maybe mine. Maybe someone else’s. I didn’t care.

I only cared about answers.

And then I spotted him.

The third one—dragg
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  • Risky Moments With My Dad's Bestfriend   36

    By the time I got home, the sky was already bleeding into shades of gold and violet.Our house smelled like butter, cheese, and something warm that could fix a bad day before iteven began.“Lasagna night?” I called as I dropped my bag by the couch.“Lasagna night,” Mom replied from the kitchen, her voice sing-song like always when shecooked.“And before you ask, yes, it’s the one with double cheese. Presentation go well?”I grinned, kicking off my shoes.Adebayo actually smiled.”“It was perfect. My code didn’t crash for once, and Professor“That’s my girl.” She handed me a plate piled high with lasagna and a slice of garlic bread thatlooked like a small miracle.“Eat before I change my mind and give it to the neighbor’s cat.”I took the plate and sat at the table, the smell instantly making my stomach growl.outdid yourself tonight.”“Mmm… you“I always do,” she said with a little shrug

  • Risky Moments With My Dad's Bestfriend   35

    Brielle’s POVIt’s been two months since I last saw or heard from Desmond.Two months since that call...since his voice turned into something rough, hungry, andunforgettable...and then… nothing.Not a single message. Not even a “hey.”He vanished like I was just a bad dream he’d finally woken up from.I told myself I’d stopped waiting, but every time my phone buzzed, my heart still skipped beforemy brain could roll its eyes. Pathetic, right?Now I’m back at school, and life’s pretending to go on without him.Daxton...my ex, the one who cheated on me with a girl whose name I still can’t say withoutflinching...has suddenly turned into Mr. Perfect. He’s been all flowers, good mornings, and doyou need help with your assignments? for weeks now. Even Mirren, my best friend, keeps givinghim the side-eye.“Girl,” she said this morning as we walked into the lecture hall,he sends, if a man cheats once, he’s got it in his

  • Risky Moments With My Dad's Bestfriend   34

    Desmond's PovI fell onto the bed still wearing nothing but socks and a t-shirt soaked with sweat fromearlier...and opened my phone again.There it was.Brielle’s tits staring back at me like absolution and sin wrapped in one glowing screen .Hands shook as i wrapped one around the base of my shaft, slow at first then firmer because icouldn't stand it anymore, not after days, weeks months years of denying how much i wantedherThe first stroke made mе groan, a deep guttural sound ripped from my chest. There was noshame left, just need.The second made mе arch off my bed. My hips bucking forward as my thumb swiped over mytip.Third had me whispering her name“Brielle…” whispered brokenly across the empty room.“Fuck … Brie lle…”I propped my phone up on a pillow, so my eyes never lost sight of a single inch of perfection herbody gave me permission to worship even if it was forbidden.I stroked faster n

  • Risky Moments With My Dad's Bestfriend   Thirty three

    I wasn’t like this.I never needed it like this.I’d spent years building a life on control...on silence, discipline, restraint. I didn’t lose sleep overwomen. Didn’t chase pleasure like some desperate man starved of touch. I wasn’t the kind ofguy who walked into strip clubs or paid for company when loneliness hit too hard.I was colder than that.Harder.A weapon wrapped in skin and routine.But now?Now my hands were shaking on the steering wheel as I drove through the city’sunderbelly...past flickering streetlights, cracked sidewalks, neon signs buzzing like dying insectsabove pawn shops and bail bond offices...the kind of place men go when they don't want to beseen… just used.And God help me…That’s exactly what I wanted.One body. One mouth. One warm hole to bury myself in until Brielle stopped echoing behind myeyelids every time I blinked.Until her scent stopped clinging to my memory like smoke after fire.This had to end tonight.Because if another day passed where all

  • Risky Moments With My Dad's Bestfriend   Thirty two

    Desmond’s POVI didn’t know when it happened. I just waved out of reflex that's when it dawned on me that thethought of another man looking at her made my hands want to break bones. That her name hadbeen echoing through my skull at night like a prayer I wasn’t supposed to say.All I knew was that the second she stepped into the car this morning, wearing thoseclothes—that top, those damn shorts that hugged every curve like they were made for me—I feltsomething inside me crack.And when she said,“I packed everything,” in that soft voice still hoarse from last night… God.I almost turned the car around and drove us both back to nowhere.But instead, I sat here now beside Jonathan—my best friend, her father, the man whose ordersI’ve followed without question for over a decade—and listened as he lowered his voice with grimsatisfaction:“They’re gone.”The men who’d been hunting Brielle—the ones who saw her as leverage against him—theywere dead.Eliminated.By me.Each kill cleane

  • Risky Moments With My Dad's Bestfriend   Thirty one

    Brielle’s POVThe next morning came like a slow tide pulling me back to a world I wasn’t sure I belonged inanymore.I woke up tangled in my sheets...same bed, same room, same soft lavender walls that had oncefelt like sanctuary. But now? Now it all just felt… small. Like the space couldn’t hold everything Iwas carrying inside.And honestly?I didn't even have clean clothes.I couldn’t bring myself to wash them. The only thing I had was a tank top and shorts. And I don'tknow how they still held him on them. Even if I hadn't worn them before in his presence. Not justthe faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and something deeper… something warm andmusky that made my stomach clench just thinking about it. And the memory too. The way thefabric had ridden up when he gripped my hips. The way it brushed against oversensitive skinevery time I moved after coming apart under him.So yeah...I wore the tank top and shorts.On purpose.My sleeveless top dipped low across my chest, sho

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