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Chapter 152: Allison’s POV: It’s not your fault—it’s his.
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Dontrell's hand slid possessively around my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel his cock searing through the fabric of his trousers. My fingers clawed at him, desperate, tangling in his shirt as our kiss grew frantic. His breath was a harsh whisper against my lips, hot and demanding.“Every time I look at you, I’m reminded I’m a monster, but I still want to hold you in ways I shouldn’t.” He said it with such rawness, almost like he was confessing something darker within himself."I don’t care what you are," I responded, my head sliding to the centre of his trousers, feeling his cock. My voice trembled, almost like I was moaning. "I just want to feel you, even if it destroys me. I want to be your victim."He cupped my face, his mouth full of heat and promise. His fingers slid over my dress and took it off. With one smooth motion, it was gone, falling around my feet like air. Revealing the new bra from this morning.“Damn,” he muttered, eyes glinting like a child on a Christmas
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My screams shattered the air like thunder.“Asylum! Asylum!” But Dontrell didn’t stop—didn’t even flinch.I sobbed, my body raw, my throat hoarse, shifting away from his cock, trying to slide off, to escape—but he yanked me back with one arm around my waist and slammed back into me— a beast possessed. The breath in my lungs vanished. My scream turned silent.He growled, sweat dripping, muscles armouring over me.“Too late to say that shit. I’m deeply gone, close—fuck, I feel it burning. You should’ve screamed it before I lost my goddamn mind. Now? You’re just noise under me. I come first.”My throat burnt as I screamed the word again—“ASYLUM!” my voice raw from screaming, begging, and crying —but he only groaned, his eyes dark and crazed. He shoved deeper. His cock felt like it was splitting me open from the inside.One hand on my breast, the other claiming my throat. I couldn’t stop crying. I had come three times already, my body twitching, yet he hadn’t even climaxed once. His coc
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The prison gate clanged shut behind me, a shrill warning. But I didn’t turn back.Once I mentioned Clayton Blade’s name, everything changed. They checked my ID and stamped a pass.They didn’t take me to the usual visitation area. No glass. No phones. No steel separation. No monitoring guards in ear range. No cameras pointing at my face.Instead, they led me down a quiet corridor to a heavy grey door.It felt like another world.The room was too clean—warm, with a table, two cushioned chairs across from each other, a couch in one corner, a bookshelf, and two fans. No cameras.Even a window. Walls painted dull beige, like they were trying too hard not to offend. A thick door sealed behind me with a loud buzz.What the hell was this? A luxury suite for monsters?I clenched my fists. That’s what you get when you’re the son of a godfather—prison perks.I sat stiffly in the chair facing the door. I didn’t lean back. I didn’t relax. I was burning too hot to sit still.The door creaked open.
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The car drive home was silent. I sat frozen, afraid to shift.Dontrell’s knuckles whitened around the wheel while I sat beside him. His men trailed behind us—this was the first time I would see him driving himself, and he drove like an angry madman. His jaw clenched, eyes burning ahead. He hadn’t said a word to me since we left the courthouse. Fury radiating off him like fire. I didn’t dare look at him.I stared out the window, eyes locked on the passing streets, afraid a breath too loud from me would set him off. My heart raced, but I stayed composed. I knew that anger. Knew it well. And I knew it wasn’t going to stay bottled for long.I dug my nails into my palm, staring at the blur of the city. But the moment I blinked, I wasn’t in the car anymore.I was back in the prison visitation room— a day after my first visit to Clayton.Sitting. Restless. Haunted. I rubbed my arms, trying to shake the dread Clayton had left me with.Hating myself for realising… he had been right.I didn’t w
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Clayton stayed silent, arms folded, eyes narrowing like I’d insulted him. He looked pissed that I even asked. Fuck! I should’ve kept quiet because deep down I knew the answer already, and I regretted my question the second it left my mouth.He didn’t care. Not like that.From the start, he made it clear—this alliance was to get him out of prison and take revenge on his brother. I was just the means to an end, stuck in the middle of their war. The only thing we shared was a common enemy.“That’s beside the point right now,” he snapped. “Whether I care or not won’t save you. What’ll save you is shutting up and letting my plan work.”His voice sliced through the air, sharp—like a whip.“You’ve got a psycho in a suit slipping poison in your drink, calling you his queen. And you want to talk about emotions?” His laugh was cold. “Get your head straight, Allison. Love or care won’t protect you from someone like Dontrell. Smarts will.”He frowned. “Else you end up in a coffin.”If I didn’t kn
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I couldn’t feel my hands or face—just static, white noise in my head as the world went mute. I sat frozen, eyes wide, heart pounding, but everything felt distant, like I was watching my life collapse through a glass. Andrew was gone. I accepted that, but Dontrell being the cause shattered me.A man he trusted and believed in—being the cause of his death—shook me to my bones.The betrayal burnt like acid. I wanted to scream, but no sound came. My chest heaved, a sob rising.I bit back a sob, my chest rising and falling with violent gasps. Clayton couldn't know. He couldn’t find out that I used to sleep with Andrew. That I’d loved him. That there were nights I chose Andrew’s bed over Dontrell’s.If he knew, it would confirm the suspicions he’d had all along. I clenched my fists tight, holding in the scream building in my throat.“Wait... what did you say?” My voice trembled, barely a whisper.Clayton leaned back in his chair, a half-laugh slipping from his lips. It was dark. Bitter. Alm
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My mouth tasted like blood, though I hadn’t bitten my tongue. I just sat there, knees together, fists clenched in my lap like a child awaiting punishment. The silence was louder than Clayton’s voice. The silence was louder than Clayton’s voice. He’d said it—Dontrell killed Andrew. Breathing suddenly felt like a betrayal. My body trembled, but my mind screamed one question—how long had he been watching us?I shook my head violently. “No, no, Dontrell wouldn’t—he cried when Andrew died!”“As he would have cried too if Hollis had succeeded in killing me. The same hitman he used to eliminate Andrew was the one he sent to inject me too here a few days ago.” Clayton spoke unfiltered, abruptly.I got up from my seat; my knees buckled, but I caught myself on the wall. “ I didn’t pull the trigger”, I whispered, “but I killed Andrew… with my actions.”I sank back into the chair, tears slipping down my cheeks.Clayton didn’t soften. “He used your love for Andrew, your grief, your loyalty. Dontre
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“How could you even think that?” I whisper, my voice shaking. “After everything we’ve been through?” My back rested against the bedroom wall. Dontrell stood before me, chest heaving like a brewing storm, jaw ticking with fury.”“You think I’d trade your love for his lies? After all we'd survived?”He stepped closer. My breath hitched, but I didn’t flinch.”“Clayton’s a distraction. Don’t give him the relevance he craves —don’t let him win.” I touched his chest, letting the silence carry my words. “If you have to ask me that… then maybe he’s already won.”He still looked unconvinced.“You’re the only man I’ve ever needed,” I whispered, looking away, hurt. “If you don’t know that by now… Maybe you never really knew me.”He stood still, but I could see the tension start to fade from his shoulders. My tears spilt freely, on purpose.“I didn’t want the world to think I came between you two,” I whispered, trembling. “I didn’t want to be the reason the Blade bloodline went to war.”I reached
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Pain dulled and numbed my nerves but never left. My body lay twisted, face down on the cold marble floor, wrists bruised and chained, legs shackled tight. I’d dozed off from exhaustion that swallowed time.Cold sweat clung to me—fear or fever, I couldn’t tell.BANG!The steel door slammed open like a shotgun, shaking the floor. Dontrell stormed in, boots slamming the floor like thunder. Before I looked up, he grabbed a bucket—filthy water—and splashed it on me.I choked and flailed as freezing water hit me. My scream strangled behind the gag. My head jerked back, spluttering, struggling to breathe. I writhed, eyes wild.“**WAKE UP!**” he roared.I screamed back, but it came out muffled, a pathetic wail swallowed by the gag and drowned in the room's silence.I writhed and shook violently, my soaked hair sticking to my face, every nerve in my body alert now.He yanked my hair to make me look up at him, “You connived with Clayton?” He ripped the chain from the wall with a sharp clink.“
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The sun beat down as we gathered at the cemetery, a sea of black filling the field. The air buzzed with murmurs and shuffling feet. Everyone wore black. The police. The people. The priest is standing by the open grave. Even I was covered head to toe in black, a light scarf tight around my hair. I didn’t want attention — just for this to be over.Doris’s casket lay before us, her photo resting on what was left of her. The news had said her body was blown apart in the explosion. I watched as the casket was lowered into the earth, soil spilling onto the lid.People kept brushing my arms as they passed, offering hollow condolences, their faces strained with pity. It was laughable if it wasn’t sickening.When it was time, I stepped forward for my eulogy. "My best friend... my light," I said steadily. "When I had nothing, Doris came through for me. When my world collapsed, she stood tall beside me. Doris was there for me on my worst days.”I paused, squeezing fake tears from my eyes.“E
