로그인Elena's Point Of ViewThe conservatory was beautiful, but after thirty minutes of discussing logistics and "gentlemen" with a man who could likely order a hit between sips of espresso, I needed air. Real, un-curated, non-filtered air. I stepped out onto the terrace, where the morning sun kissed my skin with a gentle warmth that made me forget, for just a second, that I was currently the guest of a man who treated obsession like a love language. The gardens stretched before me… a sprawling, emerald-green labyrinth that reached toward the horizon. This was the kind of nature that cost millions to maintain, every hedge trimmed to a degree of perfection that felt almost aggressive. I wandered down a gravel path, my flat slides crunching softly against the stones, letting the scent of blooming jasmine settle my frayed nerves.It had been years since I'd simply... walked. No spreadsheets, no supply chain crises, no Graham hovering over my shoulder with his passive-aggressive commentary.
Elena's Point Of ViewI woke up with the kind of heavy, syrupy lethargy that only comes after a night of absolute chaos… the good kind. The kind that makes your muscles hum with a dull, lingering ache and your skin feel sensitized to the mere touch of the silk sheets. I stretched, my limbs feeling like lead, and let out a long, shaky breath.For a second, I just stared at the ceiling, replaying the way Jaxx had looked at me against that wall, the sheer, unhinged intensity of it. The memory sent a shiver down my spine, equal parts thrill and trepidation. "Stupid," I whispered to the empty room, my voice raspy. "You're so stupid, Elena." But even as I said it, I couldn't quite convince myself I meant it. I rolled over, expecting to find a wall of warm muscle and arrogant smirks, but the bed was cold. Empty. I blinked, a tiny spike of disappointment pricking at my chest before I saw it, a slip of paper resting on his pillow. The sight of it made something flutter in my stomach, someth
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe air in the study hung stagnant, thick with the smell of old paper and the heavy, metallic tang of power my grandfather had wielded for decades. I stood with my hand on the brass handle, knuckles white, jaw clenched tight enough to crack a tooth.I'd just declared war on my own blood… or at least the bastard version of it that walked around calling himself Graham."Let him come," I repeated, my voice dropping into that hollow, jagged tone that usually preceded someone's last breath. "He had his chance. He didn't know what he had." The words tasted bitter on my tongue. "Graham doesn't deserve her. He never did."I started to turn the handle, desperate to escape to the only room in this house that didn't feel like a tomb, when the old man's voice sliced through the silence like piano wire."If Graham doesn't deserve her... then do you, Jaxx?"The question struck me like a physical blow to the solar plexus. I froze, feet rooted to the Persian rug beneath me. The t
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe sun hadn't even fully cleared the horizon, yet the room was already bathed in that thin, bruised light of early morning. I'd been awake since six, propped up on one elbow, doing nothing but watching the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of Elena's shoulders.She lay buried beneath the charcoal duvet, wearing my shirt like a suit of armor she didn't realize was a claim. My claim. The fabric hung loose on her frame, the collar slipping off one shoulder to reveal the curve of her neck, a sight that made my pulse quicken despite the hours we'd already spent tangled together.Every time she shifted in her sleep, the scent of sandalwood soap and us drifted up, hitting me in the chest like a physical weight. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to breathe too loudly. For a man who lived his life in the crosshairs of a dozen different enemies, this kind of stillness was a luxury I couldn't afford… but for her, I'd steal the time from the devil himself. I'd steal eternity i
Jaxx's Point Of ViewI didn't stop. Even when I felt the violent, rhythmic tremors of her release clamping down on me, I kept going. I needed her to feel every bit of my weight, every inch of the claim I was staking. Her scream still echoed in the high corners of the suite, a jagged, beautiful sound that made my blood sing.The raw vulnerability in that cry… uninhibited, completely mine, sent a primal satisfaction coursing through me. I drove into her one last time, deep enough to touch her soul, and finally let go, emptying everything I was into her while the world narrowed down to the feel of her nails dragging down my back. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by our ragged breathing. I eased out of her slowly, a low groan vibrating in my throat at the loss of that incredible heat. Elena's body sagged against mine, her head dropping onto my shoulder as if her bones had turned to liquid.The fierce woman who'd commanded a room full of Chicago's elite just hours ago now
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe cool mahogany of the table felt like ice against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the furnace that was Jaxx. I lay open, raw and trembling, gazing down at the man who had just claimed he'd "wife me up" before I even had a say in it.My mind screamed that he was insane… that this was all moving at a speed that should be breaking the sound barrier. Yet when I looked at him, I didn't see a crazy person. I saw a man with a plan, a man whose focus had narrowed so completely to the space between my thighs that nothing else in the universe existed.It was terrifying. It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever felt. My heart hammered against my ribs, caught between panic and desire."Your wish is my absolute command, my queen," he whispered, his voice vibrating against my inner thigh.Then, he dove in.I let out a sound that wasn't even human as his fingers parted me, exposing every sensitive nerve to the sudden, shocking heat of his mouth. His tongue didn't just
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe conference room was a tomb of dark wood and polished steel, the air thick with the scent of cigar smoke and expensive cologne. The leaders of the minority clans under The Moretti Syndicate sat around the long mahogany table, their faces a mix of respect and barely concealed
Elena’s Point Of ViewLexy didn’t wait for me to gather my thoughts. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small, velvet box, tossing it onto my desk with a clink."What’s this?" I asked, eyeing it warily."Open it," she said, her grin turning wicked.I flipped open the box. Inside was
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe office was quiet, the kind of quiet that wrapped around me like a blanket, the hum of my laptop the only sound in the room. I sat at my desk, my glasses perched on the bridge of my nose, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I reviewed the documents Clara had sent over. Th
Graham’s Point Of ViewThe air in my home office was thick, suffocating, like the walls were closing in on me. I’d been locked in here for days, the blinds drawn, the lights dimmed, the only sound the hum of my computer and the relentless tick, tick, tick of the clock on the wall. It felt like time







