LOGINPaetyn’s POV
My eyes snap open, and my heart thunders in my chest. I open my mouth to speak, but only a puff of air escapes, followed by the realization that I’m fucked.
I want to tell him he’s insane, but the dampness between my thighs gives me away, calling me a liar. I would rather lose every ounce of air from my lungs before admitting he’s right. Hell, I don’t even know why my body is reacting to my kidnapper this way, but I’m helpless to stop it. At this
PaetynI’m shoved sideways into the backseat, my shoulder slamming into the door hard enough to knock the air out of me. My body folds awkwardly, my knees hitting the seat in front of me as hands force me down. The door slams. Locks click, sharp, final sounds that make my chest seize. The engine roars, and before I can orient myself, rough hands grab my face and pull fabric tight over my eyes, blindfolding me. I don’t know who they are or who sent them. I saw their faces in the apartment long enough to know I don’t recognize either of them, and now I’m trapped in a car with them with no idea what they want from me or how far they’re willing to go to get it. I don’t even know how this happened. Ace was so careful.I keep replaying the moment before everything went wrong. I told Raya not to order takeout. I told her we couldn’t answer the door for anyone. We were hungry, sure, but hunger doesn’t kill you. There was nothing in the apartment except a bruised apple and half a sleeve of cr
AceIt’s midnight when I pull into Enzo’s driveway, the mansion lit up enough to see every window. I step out of the car fully armed. I’m prepared for Enzo to be here because if someone managed to post bail for him, he’ll be sitting in his house, thinking he’s untouchable. I’m ready for anything as I move toward the front door, and when I step inside, I see several members of the gang have already arrived. One of the men calls my name, then another, not in challenge but in greeting. They speak about the raid, about the cops I took out, and about how I got away with my woman. I listen, letting them say what they need to say. In their world, honor is earned, and what I did matters. I did what had to be done, and they saw it.I raise my hand and bring the room to quiet. “I appreciate your loyalty. Now, if anyone gets word that Enzo is getting out on bail,” I say, “I need to know immediately. If anyone helps him, moves money, makes calls, or does anything to get him free, they will answ
AcePaetyn’s breathing evens out, her head resting on my chest, and I can feel the tension in her body fading. She’s finally asleep. I roll over and out of bed, taking careful steps, making sure not to wake her, and reach for my clothes. The bunker is quiet, the only sound the buzz of the surveillance monitors. I get dressed quickly and slip my phone into my pocket.The door is heavy as I push it open into the cold night air. A few steps away from the bunker, I raise the phone and hunt for a signal. The screen flickers; finally, two bars. I make the call, my voice low, the conversation brief: logistics, timing, and location. I end it and pocket the phone, scanning the surrounding darkness. No movement, no unexpected eyes. Good.I slip back inside the bunker, lock the door, and settle into the recliner. Paetyn remains asleep, the monitors casting a glow across the room. I keep my eyes on the screens, switching between camera feeds. The night is long, but I don’t let myself drift. Every
PaetynThe boat tears across the water with the engine roaring, the shoreline blurring into a dark smear of trees and shadows. My hands are numb where I grip the seat.“Where are we going?” I shout over the wind.Ace doesn’t look at me at first. His eyes are locked forward. Then, he flicks me a backward glance. “Enzo has an underground bunker in the woods not far from here. If we get there before anyone else,” he continues, “we can lock it down. There are surveillance cameras inside that show the full perimeter. We’ll know if anyone comes looking for us. We’ll be safe.”Safe. I cling to the word as the boat slams over a wave, making my stomach lurch. Suddenly, the dock appears out of the dark near a narrow stretch of wood that juts into the water. Ace turns the engine off, momentum carrying us in. The boat bumps the edge with a hollow thud.“Listen to me,” he says, grabbing my arm. His grip is firm but not rough. “I need you to hide in the woods just off the path. Stay low. Don’t move
PaetynMy pizza sits chilling on the coffee table as the words from the news anchor echo in my mind, even though the broadcast has moved on to the next story. I remember the fragments: “Liam Aster… body… found…” Liam’s dead, and I feel incredible relief. He’s gone. He’ll never show up again. I no longer need to fear what he’s going to pull next. I didn’t realize how much of my thoughts had been taken up by him until now.But as soon as that relief settles, fear takes over. Ace killed him. What will happen now? What does this mean for him and for us? Liam’s end is just the beginning. I glance over at Ace. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, his phone pressed to his ear, with his eyes narrowed in concentration. He’s talking to someone from the Gambino crew, probably giving orders and organizing his next move. I can’t hear the specifics of the conversation, but I know it’s about Enzo’s fall–and Ace’s rise to power. “Yeah, round up the guys,” Ace says, moving close enough for me
AceI pull one of Enzo’s cars into the alley behind the Lion’s Den and cut the engine. Sunday night is the only night Enzo’s club is closed, and no one’s around. I hear Liam shifting in the back seat, trying to get free like a cornered rat. I keep my gloved hands on the wheel for a moment longer, letting the tension build and making him understand that I’m in control. This is my duty alone, and I wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch this job. I’m defending Paetyn’s honor, getting revenge, and taking over Enzo’s operation all in one go. “Where are we going?” Liam’s voice is tight and nervous. He tries to sound calm, but I can hear the panic in his voice. “Somewhere quiet,” I say, not looking back at him. “You’ll see.”He swallows so hard I hear it and then tries desperately to hide his fear. “You don’t have to do this, Ace. I can—”I cut him off. “You made your fucking choices. Now it’s time to face them.”I step out of the car, open the rear door, and drag him out. I lead him to the






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