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THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD WEAPONIZED CLEAVAGE
We stepped into the jet.“You will sit here,” he said, motioning toward the wide leather seat across from his. I didn’t argue. I just narrowed my eyes like I was daring him to test my limits.“Come stai, vecchio amico?” A woman who looked like she was in her middle-aged era emerged from the private cabin, clearly greeting Rob more than me.“I’m fine, Giuliana,” Rob responded.Giuliana, the jet’s in-house stylist, stood poised with a tray of lenses, scissors, and silk scarves. Her silver-streaked hair was twisted into a flawless bun.“Is this your girlfriend you spoke about?” she asked Rob like I was invisible.“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.What the fuck? He told her we were a couple? “She is very gorgeous. I’m Liana,” she finally turned to address me.“Bianca,” I said as politely as I could, still stewing from my dream.“She does not want to cut her hair. Is there something else we can do?” Rob asked.“Her hair is beautiful. I would not cut it. Three A texture. Long, curly,
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD WEAPONIZED CLEAVAGE
We stepped into the jet.“You will sit here,” he said, motioning toward the wide leather seat across from his. I didn’t argue. I just narrowed my eyes like I was daring him to test my limits.“Come stai, vecchio amico?” A woman who looked like she was in her middle-aged era emerged from the private cabin, clearly greeting Rob more than me.“I’m fine, Giuliana,” Rob responded.Giuliana, the jet’s in-house stylist, stood poised with a tray of lenses, scissors, and silk scarves. Her silver-streaked hair was twisted into a flawless bun.“Is this your girlfriend you spoke about?” she asked Rob like I was invisible.“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.What the fuck? He told her we were a couple? “She is very gorgeous. I’m Liana,” she finally turned to address me.“Bianca,” I said as politely as I could, still stewing from my dream.“She does not want to cut her hair. Is there something else we can do?” Rob asked.“Her hair is beautiful. I would not cut it. Three A texture. Long, curly,
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD WET DREAMS
“You are such a perfect little mess for me. Look at you. Trembling. Dripping. Breathless. My favorite obsession, laid out like a gift. You want me to ruin you again, don’t you? Say it, my greedy little bitch. Tell me how much this cock means to your needy, soaking cunt. Good girl. That is it. My filthy goddess.”His lips brushed my neck as his tongue dragged across my skin. I moaned in response, blindfolded and cuffed to the bed, completely at his mercy.“Open your eyes, my queen.”I opened my eyes. And froze.Rob was standing over me.“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said with a smirk that made me want to scream.“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” I asked. It came out more embarrassed than angry. I had just had a sex dream in front of the most obnoxious man in existence.“You forgot we have an early flight,” he said, his smirk stretching even wider.My heart dropped. Was I squirming in my sleep? Did I moan? I did not even need to touch myself to know I was already soaked. Oh my god.
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD CHESSBOARD
I hadn’t slept. The courtroom victory waiting at dawn didn’t matter. All night I’d been buried in obscure archives, jumping from encrypted forums to abandoned blogs, chasing a name no one spoke aloud.The Broker.Nothing concrete. Just scattered warnings. Cryptic symbols. A thread in a Venice, based crime blog caught my eye, an article buried behind a paywall, translated poorly. A photograph showed the corner of a masked man’s coat… In Venice.But now it was morning, and I had a job to do. ***“Your honor, I think we have to pay attention to every detail I have pointed out to the court,” I said, voice calm as glass as I took my seat.Mr. Smith, the prosecutor, clenched his jaw so tight his temple pulsed. I met his glare with indifference. He hated being outplayed and I’d just buried his case.The judge’s voice cut through the courtroom. “Judgment is in favor of the defense.”I rose with my client and walked out before the final echoes of the
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD PURPOSE
You don’t walk away from a man like Jason Clarke. You bury him. But she’s holding back. And if she won’t do it, I will.I know what everyone around Bianca is up to. Their habits, their routines, their little secrets. Their favorite lies. That’s what makes them predictable. Easy prey.Jason was the easiest.I’d been watching him for weeks, letting him run his mouth and paw at women like the world owed him something. But when he touched her, when he cornered Bianca and made her flinch… that was his death sentence. She let it go, but I didn’t. Couldn’t.I waited across the street, hidden between dumpsters behind a strip of boutique buildings. The luxury club he loved so much was glowing like a brothel muted gold lights, sleek black glass, security at the front but blind as fuck to the back alley. Leonardo and I had been here too many times for business trips in New York. I knew the layout by memory. Every blind spot. Every shortcut. Every exit.Jason walked out just after midnight, talk
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD THE BROKER 1
Everything that happened didn’t happen. No. He says Leo sent him but the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching tells a different story. He’s not just following orders. I don’t know if he’s here to protect his number one enemy—me—or control me. Maybe both. I drowned myself in work. Buried myself in it. Anything to avoid acknowledging the tension that wrapped itself around the air whenever he was near. He didn’t ask to hitch a ride with me to the firm today, thank God. But somehow, that made it worse. I still caught sight of him in the rearview mirror, his motorcycle trailing behind my car like a shadow I couldn’t shake. But I made it to work. I was safe. At peace - at least as much peace as one can afford when you suspect everyone around you might be plotting your murder. Even Jason was on his best behavior, thankfully ignoring Roberto like I told him to. The intercom buzzed, slicing through the quiet. I answered absently. “Yes?” “Nice to hear your voic
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD TWISTED
My mind jumped from the amputated tongue I had to get rid of earlier. I could feel him before I saw him. The air shifted, grew heavier, charged with a kind of tension I hated. The sound of his footsteps was familiar, unmistakable, and as much as I tried to ignore it, my pulse quickened.I kept my eyes on the book in my hands, pretending I didn’t know he was there. But I did. I always did. Rob had a way of making his presence known, like a storm on the horizon silent, but you could feel the thunder before it ever struck.“Bianca.”His voice was low, rough, and unmistakably him. I didn’t even bother to look up.“Why are you here?” I spat, the words coming out sharper than I meant. I was glad he was out. I had the house to myself to panic over the PI’s death. “Leo sent me. He told me to look after you because he trust me. Because I can keep you safe,” he replied, his voice slightly slurred, but the control was still there, just barely.I finally glanced up at him, my eyes narrowing ins
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD CHESS PIECE
ROBERTO Bianca had been in her room for ten minutes now. Her coffee and toast sat untouched on the kitchen counter, completely cold. Ping. I glanced at my phone. A confirmation text. My team was in place. Trusted men positioned around her house, hidden in plain sight—some disguised as lawnmowers, gardeners, even handymen. All of them watching from the shadows. They wouldn’t interfere unless something went wrong. But they were ready. I had to meet Vanessa before she did something even more unpredictable. I could’ve ignored her. Should’ve. But when someone like Vanessa is off her meds and circling your orbit again, silence is the dumbest move you can make. The only thing more dangerous than a woman like her… is a woman like her who thinks you’ve stopped caring. And right now? I cared. Because whatever she was planning—it wasn’t random. She’d already made a move on Bianca. That made it personal. ⸻ I arrived at the café ten minutes early and spotted her before she saw me. She
THE DEVIL’S CHOKEHOLD SCREWED
I padded across the hardwood floor, the faint squeak of my damp feet echoing in the quiet apartment as I headed for the kitchen. Rob sprawled on the couch like he owned the damn place—one leg stretched out, laptop balanced on his thighs, brows furrowed in focus. The glow of the screen lit his face in the dim afternoon light filtering through the blinds. I slowed my steps, catching the faint scent of his coffee lingering in the air as I passed him in my loungewear, hair still dripping from the shower.“You work a lot for someone who isn’t employed here,” I muttered, reaching for a glass from the cupboard. The cool edge pressed into my palm, grounding me as I flicked a glance his way.His eyes flicked up, the corner of his lips twitching into that infuriatingly smug smirk. “Why? Jealous I’m being productive while you’re wandering around in nightwear at noon?”“It’s a sexy lounge set, you creep,” I corrected, brushing a wet strand of hair off my shoulder. The fabric clung lightly to my s
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