LOGINLilith’s POVNolan had barely finished his sentence when my mind began drifting elsewhere, back to the text message glowing on my phone like a quiet threat that refused to go away.‘We need to talk. Restaurant on Kingsway. 2 PM. Don’t keep me waiting—S’I hadn’t replied. I didn’t need to.Selene didn’t send messages because she hoped for answers. She sent them because she knew she would get what she wanted or thought she would.Nolan was still pacing in the office, barking orders at the committee he had assembled, his voice sharp with the pressure of everything now resting on his shoulders. I understood the weight he carried, but I also knew there were some battles I needed to fight alone….this one especially.“I need to attend to something,” I finally said, grabbing my bag.He paused mid-pace. “Lilith.”“I’ll be back soon.”His gaze lingered on my face, searching for the explanation I wasn't offering. But Nolan knew me well enough to understand: if I wasn’t talking, it was because I
Theo’s POVThe second I walked into the office, I knew everyone had already sensed it.Fear was looming all over the place.It hung in the air like smoke thick, suffocating, clinging to every corner of the building. People scattered the moment they heard my footsteps. Even from down the hall I could hear the hurried scrapes of chairs, the frantic clatter of keyboards suddenly being typed on far too fast. My employees were scrambling like ants, pretending to be productive, praying not to catch my attention.Good.They should be afraid.They should tremble.Because right now I was livid.The rage didn’t creep in slowly, it detonated the moment the news reached me: the Contractor was reconsidering the entire contract because Lilith, in one stupid burst of emotion, had cornered him in a hallway and turned everything upside down.All because she couldn’t stay out of my way.And the worst part? It fucking worked.She got him to reopen negotiations. She forced him into a challenge. She undid
Nolan POV The kind of anger that slams into your chest first thing in the morning, that spreads like fire in your blood, and leaves destruction in its wake. The kind that made every employee in my department avoid my office like the plague. The kind that made even seasoned executives pretend they suddenly remembered urgent phone calls the moment I stepped into the room.Because Theo had somehow stolen the contract. The contract we were supposed to get. To seal the done deal. The contract we worked for, Lilith worked so hard for.The contract Lilith and I had double-checked, triple-checked, and re-evaluated until two in the morning at least three times.I slammed another file onto my desk. “How the hell,” I muttered under my breath, “does a man whose company nearly tanked last year suddenly get a multi-dollar performance bike deal?”No one answered, of course. No one dared.“I need the reports again,” I snapped.Three people scrambled immediately.“And someone find the last correspond
Lilith’s POV The next morning, I didn’t wait for Nolan. I didn’t wait for Cassian. I barely waited long enough to tie my hair back before leaving the house with my laptop bag and a folder full of documents that proved without a single doubt that our company had earned that bike contract.Theo had blindsided us. That fact alone burned like acid through my veins. But the way he did it? Stealing a deal we were already certain we won? That was personal.And I wasn’t going to let it go.I arrived at the luxurious hotel where the contract manager, Mr. Brandt, was staying one of the most difficult men in the industry to meet without an appointment. Normally, the process took weeks. I didn’t have weeks. I barely had hours. Apart of Langston, Brandt was the main partner we needed for this to succeed.The lobby smelled of rich cologne and polished marble, with men in tailored suits and women with sharp heels who walked with purpose, the whole place humming with money and ego. Perfect. I was in
Lilith’s POVThe ride back home was quiet at first, way too quiet for my liking. My heart was still racing from everything that had happened: the gang territory, Lyra’s psychotic grin, Kyra’s unnerving calmness, and Cassian casually negotiating with them like it was a board meeting instead of thinking it was a potential death trap.I clung to him on the bike not because I wanted to, but because the last thing I needed right now was to fall off and break my neck after surviving two circles of hell tonight.Cassian slowed the bike as we neared home, the engine purring under us, and finally said, “You were jealous.”I snapped my head up. “I was not jealous.”“You literally stood between me and Lyra like you wanted to body-slam her through the wall.”“I was protecting you,” I argued, folding my arms. “She looked like she wanted to bite your face off.”“She has always looked like that,” he said with a shrug. “Relax. She doesn’t mean half the crazy things she says.”“And the other half?”H
Lilith’s POVThe moment the bikes circled around us, the bike headlights slicing through the night like angry eyes, Cassian’s gaze shifted, he took one quick glance at me, then a change in his posture. His hand slipped behind him, lightly brushing my hip, pushing me subtly behind his body as if I were something fragile he needed to shield. His voice, however, was anything but fragile.“Back up,” he said to the man who stepped a little too close to where we were. “I’m not repeating myself.”The guy scoffed but ending up taking two steps backward. The rest of them stayed mounted on their bikes, engines still rumbling, surrounding us in a loose, threatening ring. My heart sped up as I scanned the unfamiliar territory. We must have crossed a boundary by accident while trying to lose the police. One wrong turn and now we were standing in the middle of someone else’s territory, uninvited.The man who looked like he was in charge of the gang lifted his chin. “You know this isn’t your street,







