Se connecterMorning came slowly.Not in light, not in sound but in awareness.The first thing I felt was warmth.Not the distant kind, not something fading, but something solid, surrounding me, anchoring me in place before I had even fully opened my eyes.His arm was wrapped tightly around me. Not loosely, not absentmindedly but firmly, as though even in sleep, he refused to let me go.My breath slowed as I became more aware of everything else—the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, the weight of him behind me, the quiet tension still present in the way he held me.Careful but unyielding.I shifted slightly, testing the movement, and the moment I did his grip tightened possessively.“You are awake.” His voice was low, rough with sleep, yet fully aware.I stilled for a second before turning my head slightly. “Did I wake you?”“You moved.” That was his answer, it was simple but it said everything.I turned slowly within his hold, facing him now, and the moment I did, his gaze was alr
“Take me, Dominic”The moment the words left my lips, telling him softly that the pain in my back had faded, that the injury no longer pulled at me the way it had before, something shifted in his gaze.It was subtle but unmistakable.His eyes darkened, not with anger, but with something deeper, something restrained that had been held back for far too long.“You should not say things like that so easily,” he murmured, his voice low, almost warning.My breath caught slightly. “Why?”For a brief moment, he did not answer.Instead, his hand lifted, brushing slowly along my arm, up to my shoulder, and then higher, until his fingers rested g
Two days had passed since Dominic and the others left, and no matter how much I tried to remain calm and reasonable, I could not ignore the quiet unease that had begun to settle deep within my chest, growing heavier with each passing hour.At first, I convinced myself that everything was fine, that whatever they were doing required time, precision, and patience, especially considering how dangerous the situation had become, but as the hours stretched into long, silent nights and then into another full day without a single word from any of them, that reassurance slowly began to lose its strength.Still, I refused to let that anxiety consume me.I refused to sit and wait like someone fragile.So instead, I forced myself to adapt.I forced myself to belong.Surprisingly, it was not as difficult as I had imagined.Dominic’s people were nothing like what I had once believed. They were not cold, nor distant, nor did they treat me as an outsider. If anything, they accepted me in a way that f
The warmth of his lips lingered long after he pulled away, not fading or softening, but settling deep within me as if it had found a place it refused to leave, something far more profound than a fleeting kiss, something that quietly rooted itself in my chest and stayed there.For a long moment, neither of us moved or spoke, and the silence between us did not feel empty but full, stretched with something unspoken as we remained close enough for me to feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, his hand still resting against my face as though letting go was not something he was ready to do.And, strangely, I found that I did not want him to.My fingers stayed curled against his shirt, holding on without realizing it, my heartbeat uneven and restless as I tried to steady myself, yet the truth settled deeper with every passing second that nothing about this felt steady anymore, not when he looked at me like that, not when his touch carried something I could not yet name but could alrea
“Relax, Sierra. We won’t do anything reckless,” Gregori said calmly, his tone almost reassuring as he leaned back slightly. “We will just check the place first, so do not worry.”The way he said it should have made me feel better.But it did not.Beside him, Dominic let out a quiet chuckle, and I immediately turned my gaze toward him, narrowing my eyes slightly.He knew… He knew exactly why I was worried and instead of saying anything, he was amused.I rolled my eyes softly before looking away, deciding not to react to his teasing any further.“Fine,” I muttered before taking a small breath and forcing myself to focus. “Then listen carefully.”Simon slid a piece of paper and a pencil toward me without saying anything, his expression attentive as he leaned forward slightly.“Draw it,” he said.I nodded and took the pencil, steadying my hand as I began sketching the layout of my apartment, carefully marking every detail I could remember.“The entrance is here, my door code 192386” I sai
The day continued to unfold in a way I had never expected, slowly pulling me deeper into a world that once felt distant and dangerous, yet now strangely welcoming.Dominic stayed close beside me the entire time, his presence steady and grounding as he introduced me to the people who, I realized, were not just his allies—but his inner circle.The important ones.The people he trusted.“This is Pedro,” Dominic said first, nodding toward a broad-shouldered man with sharp eyes and a composed demeanor that immediately commanded respect.The man gave me a short nod, studying me briefly before speaking. “So you are the one he has been causing trouble for.”There was no hostility in his voice, only curiosity.“This man, Simon,” Dominic continued, gesturing toward another man who looked more relaxed but observant, his gaze calculating despite the casual posture he held.Simon lifted his drink slightly in greeting. “Nice to finally meet you, Sierra. We have heard quite a bit.”“Sasha.”My atten
(**Ivan Dominic Point of View**)The sound of metal tightening into place echoed quietly through the garage as I adjusted the final bolt on my motorcycle, my movements steady and precise, guided by muscle memory built over years of working with machines that demanded control, attention, and discipl
“Haha… very funny.”The blonde man’s voice carried a mocking edge as he tightened his hold on my hand, his grip firm but not yet forceful, as though he still believed this entire situation was some kind of joke that I w
“We have just received news that the internationally renowned model, Belvania—also known as Bella Smith—was involved in an accident yesterday while walking in San Francisco. According to reports, a motorcyclist attempted to snatch her bag, and when she resisted, he struck her, causing her to fall a
I had barely stepped inside my hotel room when my phone began to ring. Not the one Bethany usually called, the one my uncle monitored. But the other one, the secret one. My heart skipped slightly as I reached into my bag and pulled it out, my fingers







