LOGINSALLY’S POV“An egg?”I blinked in disbelief, my voice cracking from the build up of rage and confusion tearing through my chest. "Are you fucking kidding me?"There it was, glowing softly under the room’s dim light, resting innocently inside the chest that had been locked away for God knows how many years."You did all this… set me up for murder, forced Kelvin to betray me, manipulated my life like a puppet master... just for a damn egg?"That finally pulled his gaze from the chest. He lifted his head, his eyes darker than I had ever seen them."Point of correction, Princess." He said coldly, his voice deeper, almost unnatural, odd and unfamiliar. "That is not just an egg, it’s deeper than you could ever understand."I let out a short, bitter laugh. "So, you ruined my life. Played me, controlled me, and stole my father’s key, one he obviously never wanted you to have, and now you want me to just accept that this egg is so important? And let you get away with this?”He smiled slowly,
SALLY’S POVI sat there for a full minute, half-naked in a room scented with candles and betrayal, before I finally moved.I couldn't believe he left me like that, used me, took my father’s key and walked out of the dining room like I was nothing more than a pawn that had finally served her purpose.Shame clung to my skin like fire, hotter than the lingerie I still wore. I grabbed my robe, wrapped it tightly around me, and stormed back to my room. My pulse throbbed in my ears, my father had given me that necklace on my eighteenth birthday, he never mentioned a key or explained what it was for and I never questioned him. I wore it daily, thinking it was a sentimental gift, a memory, a connection.And yet, Doom had been after it all along.He kept me here, played hero, made me fall deeper, made me hope and all this time, it was just about the key.I changed quickly, jeans, black top, sneakers and slipped the pistol he gave me into the back waistband of my jeans. I needed to breathe, I n
DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours. I poured the wine, her favourite, Amarone della Valpolicella, and positioned her favourite meal across from me. Creamy lobster risotto with garlic butter asparagus, truffle oil, and a touch of lemon zest. She had once raved about it during one of our late-night conversations, the kind of detail I stored away like treasure. I heard her coming before I saw her, the soft whisper of silk brushing agains
SALLY’S POVTwo days, it had been two whole days since that night of blood and gunfire, since I watched Dante... Doom, drop to the ground with a bullet in his shoulder because of me, because I couldn’t protect myself, because I froze.I had never known fear like that, not when I lost my dad, not when I found out Kelvin was cheating and not even when I heard my so-called best friend getting railed beside me while plotting my downfall but that moment, watching blood pour out of him… it wrecked me.I sat by his side like a guard dog ever since. If anyone wanted to hurt him again, they would have to go through me first. I would tear flesh with my bare hands, claw through bone if I had to because Dante bled for me.Now, I would do anything for him.He groaned from the bed behind me."Stop fussing, princess. I am fine.""No, you are not." I snapped, fluffing the pillow behind his back like it had personally offended me. "You took a bullet, Dante. You are not fine, sit your ass down and let
DOOM’S POVI adjusted the collar on my shirt, black silk stretched over muscle, the sleeves rolled just enough to show the serpent tattoo that curled down my forearm. The night was dressed in silence, only the low hum of the estate’s security system breaking through. My Glock rested on the desk beside me, fully loaded, because no good date ever started without a gun nearby... That's just my opinion.I wasn’t a romantic guy, far from it but for Sally, I would pretend to be. She deserved one quiet night.I turned toward the door, expecting her, instead, Victor walked in... He didn’t speak, didn’t need to. His expression said everything.I cocked a brow. "Say it before I lose interest.""I assume you are telling her tonight." He said."About?" I asked, my voice as bored as it was lethal.Victor met my gaze. "About what you really want from her."I chuckled, deep and dry. "Hell no, why would you assume that?" I asked curiously."You promised to hand her Kelvin and Pam." He said. "You are
SALLY’S POVThe warmth of his chest made me feel safe, too safe. Dante’s arms around me were a shield I hadn’t realized I had needed until I had them again. I was fed, bathed, wrapped in his scent, and finally, I was beginning to relax when his deep voice shattered my peace."Get dressed."I blinked, while still curled against him. "What?"He leaned back, just enough for our eyes to meet. The softness from earlier? Gone, and all that remained was cold steel and command."I said get dressed, we are going to train."I let out a weak laugh, but he didn’t. "It’s almost midnight." I pointed out."And?""And I am exhausted."Dante stood up and stalked toward the closet, tossing a pair of training clothes on the bed. "You don’t get to rest until I am sure you can kill with one hand and fuck with the other."I choked. "That’s not a real thing.""It is in my world."He turned back to face me, eyes blazing. "You want to get your revenge? Then you train. You want to stand beside me as my queen?







