LOGINThird Person POVThe phone went dead, and silence filled the narrow alley.A woman stood there, still holding the device to her ear for a moment before slowly lowering it. Across from her, a man leaned lazily against the wall, one boot propped behind him, watching her like someone studying a ticking bomb.“You done?” he asked, voice rough, bored.She ignored him, tucking the phone into her pocket. He pushed off the wall and walked to the mouth of the alley, glancing left and then right to see if they were being followed. The streets beyond were empty — no tails, no shadows, just the distant hum of the city’s nightlife bleeding into the dark.When he returned, she was still standing there, her expression unreadable."Why did you call?"A loud smack echoed as her right palm met his cheek. He turned back to her in a dramatic way with an eyebrow raised. He slowly caressed his jaw and opened his mouth to speak.“What the fuck—” he bellowed but quickly caught wind of their open surroundings
Adrian's POV I stand alone in my black suit, watching the group of mourners from across the cemetery. Gray clouds shroud the sky and light mist echoes my mood from my solitary post beneath the tree.A DAY BEFORE*****"What time is this meeting?""Are you out of your fucking mind Adrian? This is clearly a trap. Remarco just wants to lure you in to finish the job." Antonio's voice blasted through the speakers.If it were anyone else who spoke to me like that, I would have had their tongue cut out, but Antonio was different, and fuck me, he was right. This had ‘trap’ written all over it, but none of it made any iota of sense.Why the hell would they think I killed him? And why would his wife want to meet with me? I met with Vittorio a few weeks ago — we made a truce. Nobody knows that. So why the fuck would I order his hit?"Which is why you and some men will be around if shit goes south."There was a pause before Enzo’s tight voice came through. “I hate to agree, but Antonio’s right.
Adrian’s POVI watched Kira walk away from me, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure what to feel. Amusement? Annoyance? Maybe. But beneath it, something else twisted… something I didn’t want to name.I wasn’t accustomed to being taken advantage of, especially for sex. That was usually my role… to take, to control, to leave them wrecked and grateful for it.Guilt formed like a raised welt under my skin but I smashed, stomped, and squeezed them into my end justifies the means compartment.She was angry that I’d played her like a puppet. I didn’t get it. I never forced her to do a damn thing. I watched her stumble away with keen interest, every movement reminding me she still carried traces of me inside her. The thought alone stirred something deep, dangerous, and I felt my cock harden all over again. I leaned on the wall.She probably expects me to chase after her, apologize, and maybe offer some half-baked explanation on what I didn’t force her to do. Fuck apologies. They’ve never done m
Kira's povAdrian pulled me into his chest, but I pushed back, refusing to be engulfed by his lovely mint cologne. He wouldn’t budge.“Let me go.” It came out muffled as I thrashed under his chest, but he just stayed still, like he wasn’t bothered.“I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled me gently by the shoulders.He didn’t stop there. He slowly lifted my chin slightly with his index finger, forcing me to meet his eyes.Then he apologized again, his voice low and rough. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t realize I’d hurt you this much.”The backs of his fingers brushed against my cheek, catching the stray tears I hadn’t meant to let fall. For a moment, everything around us disappeared — the air, the room, the noise — until it was just his eyes and the sound of my uneven breathing.Then I caught myself. I looked away, focusing on the wrinkle in his shirt, anything to stop the ache building in my chest. I wouldn’t lose myself again."Forgive me,” he murmured. And before I could find the wo
Kira’s POV“What?” I choked out.“I can assure you,” Adrian said calmly, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, “the attack today wasn’t Romano.”“Again—what?”Adrian knew? Since when?He didn’t answer. The only sound in the room was the soft, repetitive swirl of his drink, the clink of ice against glass, and the thick, uncomfortable silence stretching between us. We fell into a strange competition—who would speak first, his cold and unreadable eyes not leaving mine.I was too afraid to say anything or to even look away. How did he find out? How long has he known? My mind raced with a thousand questions.As if reading my thoughts, his lips tipped up slightly. “Tsk, tsk.” He kissed his teeth, still turning the glass in lazy circles.“Honestly,” he began, “I’m a bit offended that you didn’t, for once, think of the possibility that maybe…” he paused, pointing the glass lazily in my direction, “…just maybe, I was aware of your little secret meetings, wife.”My mouth went dry. “I—what are
Kira’s POVThe familiar, luxurious lobby stretched out before me as I stepped through the doors, but something felt… off. My eyes caught on a strange, broad-shouldered man standing across the room. He was staring straight at me… no, glaring, and the intensity of it made my stomach drop.I glanced over my shoulder, half-hoping there was someone else behind me, someone who had earned that look. But there wasn’t.From his rigid stance and droopy eyes, I could tell immediately—he wasn’t Italian. My breath stopped. Was he part of the men from earlier? Did he come back for revenge for his friends?He glanced down at his phone, then up at me again, and my heart plummeted.He started toward me. My throat tightened. We’re in public. He wouldn’t try anything here… right?Right.I backed away slowly. But his strides were faster.“Are you boss wife?” he asked, his thick Chinese—or was it Japanese?—accent rolling roughly off his tongue. He glanced down at his phone, where a picture—of me, I think—
KIRA’S POV“Instead of pointing guns, maybe you should focus on controlling your wife, Azrael,” Fabrizio sneered, his eyes drilling into me. “She was the one throwing herself at me. Knowing you, I’d think you’d warn her about men like me. So, let’s not pretend I’m the one to blame here.”My heart drop
KIRA’S POVI walked into the house quietly, craving nothing more than a long, cold shower and some sleep. My feet dragged across the cool tiles as I inched toward my bedroom. Once inside, I shut the door lazily and dropped my fanny pack onto the bed before pulling my hair into a bun.
KIRA’S POVA huge hand was placed over my mouth and nose, and I braced myself to pass out amidst my little struggle to free myself. Whoever this person was had an iron grip because no matter how hard I twisted or kicked, they didn’t release me. “L…Let me go!” I struggled, muffl
KIRA’S POVMy first task was to hit ten consecutive targets at the shooting range. When I asked Adrian to help me become stronger, this wasn’t exactly what I had envisioned. I had hoped he would teach me how to be emotionless and reserved like him, but it seemed Adrian had othe







