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Chapter 111: The Hunter Becomes the Hunted.
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My head’s a dark alley, and the whispers never stop. Inside my skull, demons don’t just whisper—they give orders. Their voices, always winning—never quiet. My mind and heart were locked in a battlefield, warring over my true motive for questioning her. Was I really doing this to have her? The demons inside me hissed the answer, but I crushed their whispers.No. That was impossible.I stormed out of the kitchen, leaving her behind. My pulse pounded in my ears, my jaw locked so tight it could crack a molar. This feeling—I hadn’t felt it in years. Not since Russia. Twenty years ago, when I was still a boy among men in that brutal training camp, I had been untouchable with a gun—I could take out a moving target the size of a pin from a thousand yards away. But fists? That was where I lacked. Hand-to-hand combat was my weakness. I was the youngest in the program but had already climbed to Level 10 because of my skill with a gun. That was why they came for me in the woods that day. A pack
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The silence of my deep slumber was bliss—until the sound of someone shattered it.I stirred, shifting against the soft sheets, my body still warm from the cocoon of sleep. I had waited. Waited like a fool, curled up on the bed, staring at the clock as midnight approached. Envisioning us together, whispering “Happy New Year” in the dim glow of our room, my lips tasting the brandy on his breath. But he never came.Pissed, I had thrown off my dress, slipped into short silk pyjamas, and gone to sleep, determined to let my attitude speak when he finally returned. If he wanted to ignore me, fine. Then—a footstep came.Heavy. Slow. Pacing the room.I was still half-asleep, but I knew it had to be him. Good. Let him see me in bed, not even bothering to acknowledge his presence. Let him grovel. He had to know I was angry. Maybe he had brought himself in quietly, hoping I wouldn’t lash out. Let him stew in my silence. But then I heard more. Two. Three. Four—too many for just Dontrell. My eyes
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I stood in front of the tub, expecting a response. But I got nothing. They just stared at me like fools.I tried to be polite, but my anger was simmering. As an only child, sharing my space—especially my bathroom—was unthinkable. Letting strangers see my body? A definite no. I knew respect was for everyone, regardless of status, but irritation won. Being naked in front of them was too much."Cat got your tongue? Speak!" I snapped, rolling my eyes.One of them, a petite brunette, stepped forward, bowing her head. “Master Dontrell ordered us to take care of everything for you today—including your bath.”I exhaled sharply. “No.” My voice was firm. “I can bathe myself. Wait outside.”The second woman hesitated. “But Ma—”“I said NO.” My tone snapped like a whip, eyes flashing. “If I wanted company in the tub, I’d have invited him in. Stay out here and don’t move unless I tell you to.” My gaze flickered between them. “Is that clear?” Both women stiffened before bowing their heads. “Yes, Ma
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The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock and the slow, uneven breaths Dontrell tried to control. But I wasn’t going to let him. A low, erratic moan slipped from his lips as my heel pressed firmer against his arousal, the sharp point dragging along the outline of his hardened length making his body jerk. "Kitten, enough." His voice was rough, thick with need, edged with command. "I won’t repeat myself." A slow, wicked yet knowing smile curled my lips. "Why? You don’t like it?" My left hand remained on his collar, while my right moved deliberately down his torso, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. When the last button fell open, I splayed my palm across his bare chest, tracing the inked letters of my name just above his heart. My hand brushed over the tattoo, tracing my claim against his skin. His muscles tensed beneath my touch. "You're playing with fire." I dragged my nails to his navel. "Then burn for me, Dontrell." In a blink of an eye, he grabbed my wrist and
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The breakfast was forgotten—untouched plates, burnt-out candles, and only him in my mind—his masculine, naked body, the way he had just ruined me. And yet, he wasn’t done.Dontrell didn’t waste time. One moment, his lips crashed into mine; the next, I was on the kitchen counter, legs spread as he stepped between them."You’re shaking," he smirked, fingers tightening on my waist. "Scared?"He didn’t move slowly. He grabbed my thighs, dragged me to the counter’s edge, and spread me wide, the back of my legs touching the counter’s tiles. My body ached from it, but the heat pooling in my belly made me forget.My hands gripped the edge of the counter, nails digging in as he pressed against me. He brushed his lips over my ear, his breath warm, teasing."I want to kill your dad for what he did to you… but I also want to thank him. If he hadn’t sold you out, I wouldn’t have met you." His husky whisper was unexpected but genuine.My lips parted. “Thank—”A deep, punishing thrust stole my breat
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Dontrell’s body tensed, his senses on high alert, but his smirk didn’t falter. His dark eyes flickered with amusement, but there was a sharp and daring air about the way he stood unfazed."Dove," he drawled, tilting his head. "Are you holding me hostage?"I didn’t let go. My thighs still trembled from his ruthless claim. My palm became hot; my hand was too fragile for the way I forced it to harden against him. Yet—something inside me wouldn’t let him leave. Not yet.He grunted, but he didn’t pull his hands away from mine. "You’re acting like something bad is about to happen." I swallowed. A strange feeling crawled under my skin. It wasn’t paranoia; it was exhaustion—this beast of a man always fucked me like he wouldn’t fuck again in years; his experience in the field was top-notch. A slow, creeping sense of embarrassment slithered through me, but I spoke out anyway.“If you come back with that water, and I drink, eat, and recover, you’ll fuck me again, straight to the hospital."He l
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My breath hitched as I met Clayton Blade’s eyes. The rest of the world faded. The distant hum of the television turned into white noise. It was just me and him, a moment I never wanted.Panic jolted through me, but I shoved it down. I was weak, but I wouldn't let him see it. Not now. Not ever.“Put me down,” I gritted, ignoring my exhaustion.Clayton smirked, his grip firm, amused—like a predator toying with prey."Now, now, Angel," he drawled. "Is that how you greet family? Or the man who saved your skull?"I stiffened, hatred bubbling under my skin. “If I could turn back time, I'd sooner let this fall end me than be caught by you."His smirk deepened, smug—like he knew something I didn’t. And it infuriated me."Then why are you still lying in my hands?" His voice mocked, his knowing eyes burning into mine.Fury ignited. I shoved against his chest, ignoring the pain as I forced myself up despite the searing pain that shot through my limbs. He moved to help me again, but I slapped his
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I peeled off his suit jacket slowly, my fingers trailing over the dark silk. The tag glinted on the inside of his chest—*Godfather.* A title barely a few hours old, still hot from the Circle’s overnight meeting where he had been crowned.We were supposed to be at the Victory Gala right now—celebrating his hotel expansion in partnership with my new dance company. But we couldn’t wait—his mouth claimed mine the second the car door shut and his men stepped down. Instead of champagne and niceties, we were tangled up in the back seat of his car—completely unable to keep our hands off each other.His men stood like statues—guns, suits, dead stares. No one came close.Our mouths were locked. The windows fogged as we kissed like starved souls. His lips, greedy and sweet, erased the ruthless man crowned by the ‘CIRCLE’ just hours ago.“Congratulations, Godfather Clayton,” I whispered against his lips.He chuckled, dark and low, then kissed me harder. “Thank you, my queen.”I dragged my hand
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The moment the car door shut, the fake smile I wore at that goddamn charity dinner melted off like wax. My jaw clenched. I sighed, the night’s weight pressing down on me.I didn’t bother acknowledging my driver. He knew better than to speak when I was like this.I exhaled sharply and rolled my neck. The suit jacket was the first thing to go, then the cufflinks—ripped off and tossed beside me. Yanked my collar open just to breathe. The air felt thick—or maybe it was just me, choking on memories.Allison.God, her name still felt like a bruise on my chest.Told myself the damn event would distract me. But it never works. Not with her.I leaned back and closed my eyes. How did I get here? From hating her with every fibre in my body… to falling so deep I couldn’t see my way out?She used to sneak out of her ex-husband’s mansion—my brother’s house. She’d arrive in designer clothes and leave wearing my scent. Every visit started with a plan—some draft to catch Dontrell, some excuse to meet—
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Three months ago, my name blazed across headlines like blood on silk.“Allison Blade Finalises Divorce from Mafia Kingpin Dontrell Blade.”“Mafia Wife Walks Away: Allison Blade Now Legally Single.”“From Blackmail to Freedom—Inside the Fall of a Criminal Empire’s Queen.”“Single and Free: Allison Blade Cuts Ties with Comatose Crime Lord”I didn’t need to read the articles — didn’t need to. I’d lived it.The court declared Dontrell unfit for trial—permanently incapacitated, doctors said—vegetative. Alive, but unreachable. A man who once ruled with an iron grip now lay breathless under a sterile hospital light, surrounded by machines that did his living for him.Filing for divorce should’ve felt like a betrayal. Instead, it felt sweet.The day I filed, I didn’t cry. I walked into the courthouse, signed the petition, and told the clerk I was ready to leave hell behind. Two weeks later, a judge reviewed my case. They assigned Dontrell a guardian ad litem—some lawyer who never looked me
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I left my father’s house ten years ago and never looked back—even now, confined to a wheelchair, voiceless, motionless. I lived fully.My name would echo through generations— how I played my father and almost won if Celine's jealousy over my cover marriage to Allison hadn't ruined it.I left the house with nothing but a hunger for power—and I swore to claim it, whatever the cost. Father’s ways were too constricting. His empire was built on loyalty, fear, and respect, and I wanted it differently. I wanted more. I wanted total control. It wasn’t just the mansion, the power, or the empire I’d grown up with—it was the respect I was owed. I was the firstborn son, the one who was supposed to carry on his name. But instead, I was just another puppet in a game where he pulled the strings. I do all the work, and he gets all the glory. He leashed me and fed me scraps while he ruled as godfather. But I wasn’t some obedient little dog—that was Clayton. I envisioned power without him—without an
