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Chapter 6: The Shadow of the Council
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2026-01-18 02:53:31Waking up in Malakai’s arms was a "no joke" reality check. The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, illuminating the tattoos on his back as he slept—a silent, lethal giant. For a moment, I felt safe. I felt like a Queen in a fortress.
But in our world, peace is just a lull between the storms. The silence was shattered by the sharp, rhythmic ringing of a burner phone on the nightstand. Malakai was awake in a heartbeat, his "furious" instincts kicking in before his eyes were even fully open. He grabbed the phone, his muscles rippling as he sat up, pulling the dark silk sheet over my bare shoulder in a protective gesture that was purely possessive. "Speak," he growled into the phone. I watched his face. The soft look he had given me just hours before vanished, replaced by a cold, stony mask. "When?" he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I see. Let them come. They’ll find nothing but graves." He ended the call and looked at me. The "spark" in his eyes was replaced by the steel of a soldier. "What is it?" I asked, my heart beginning to race. "Is it Betty? Is it the High Council?" "Both," Malakai said, standing up and pulling on his black tactical trousers. "That 'bitch ass' mother of yours didn't just take the money I threw at her. she went to the Council and told them I kidnapped you. She’s trying to play both sides, Leona. She wants the payout from the Council for my head, and she wants to 'save' you so she can sell you again." The betrayal stung, but it didn't surprise me. "She won't stop until she’s burned everything down, will she?" "She can try," Malakai said, reaching into the nightstand and pulling out a heavy, matte-black handgun. He checked the clip with a practiced, chilling efficiency. "But the Council sent a 'Cleaning Crew.' They’re already at the gate. They think they’re coming for a rescue mission. They don’t realize they’re walking into a slaughterhouse." He walked over to me, cupping my face with his hand. His touch was still hot, still "sinful," but his eyes were focused on the war ahead. "I need you to go into the panic room behind the dressing room. Don't come out until I come for you. No matter what you hear. Do you understand?" "Malakai, there are too many of them," I whispered, clutching his arm. "Then I’ll just have to work faster," he replied with a dark, "sex freak" grin that showed his teeth. "I didn't steal a Queen just to lose her to a bunch of Council lapdogs. This is my house. And in my house, I’m the one who decides who lives." The sound of an explosion echoed from the front of the estate, followed by the rapid-fire chatter of automatic weapons. The "bloodbath" had officially arrived at our doorstep. Malakai kissed me—one last, hard, possessive claim—before handing me a small dagger. "If anyone but me opens that door, use it. I’ll be back for you, Leona. I’m not done with you yet." As he disappeared into the hallway, the sound of his heavy boots echoing like a death knell, I ran for the dressing room. The "sin" of last night was over. The war for our survival had begun.
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The chandelier light shattered against the gold-leaf ceilings, but the warmth of the room felt like ice against my skin. Malakai and I moved through the crowd like a twin-edged blade, silent and incisive. Every bloodthirsty socialite in the room looked like a ghost to me—only two people mattered. "Wait for my signal," Malakai whispered, his voice a clandestine rasp against my ear. He didn't look at me; his focus was locked on the Chairman and Betty. They were moving toward a private balcony, away from the prying eyes of the Roman elite. This was our window. We followed them, slipping through the heavy velvet curtains just as the cool night air hit us. Betty was laughing—that high, tinkling sound that used to make me want to hide under my bed. "I'm telling you, Chairman," Betty said, her voice dripping with calculated greed. "Malakai is obsessed. He’s impulsive. He’ll take her to the Mediterranean and stay there until he runs out of lead. You have him cornered." "And the
Waking up to my sin Chapter 15: The Roman Masquerade
The island was a ghost in our rearview mirror. Within forty-eight hours, Malakai had us off the coast of Italy and submerged in the chaotic, opulent pulse of Rome. We weren't hiding in the shadows anymore; we were hiding in plain sight, draped in the kind of wealth that acted as a cloak."Walk like you own the street, Leona," Malakai murmured.He looked lethal in a bespoke charcoal suit, his tattoos hidden beneath fine Italian wool. He looked like a billionaire, but the way his eyes scanned the rooftops for snipers told a different, more sinister story.I was cinched into a black silk dress that cost more than my mother’s soul. My hair was swept up, and diamonds—likely stolen—hung heavy from my ears. I felt ethereal, but beneath the lace, the weight of the silver-plated pistol strapped to my thigh was the only thing that felt real."I feel like a target," I whispered as we stepped into the gilded lobby of the Hotel de la Ville."You're not a target. You're the bait," Malakai repl
Waking up to my sin Chapter 14: Echoes of the Hunt
The serenity of the island was an illusion, and we both knew it. By the third day, the air felt heavy, charged with the kind of static that precedes a lightning strike. I was on the terrace, cleaning the soot from my palms after another session with the steel, when the silence of the cliffs was shattered by the rhythmic thrum-thrum-thrum of a distant engine. It wasn't a boat. It was a helicopter, black and sleek, cresting the horizon like a hornet looking for a place to sting. "Malakai!" I called out, my voice tight. He emerged from the villa instantly. He didn't look surprised; he looked resolute. He was already carrying a long-range rifle, his movements fluid and calculated. He didn't even look at the sky; he looked at me. "Get inside, Leona. Down to the cellar. Now." "No," I said, the word coming out sharper than I expected. I felt that furious surge of rebellion in my gut. "You said we were partners. You said the bloodthirsty Council would come, and I’m not hiding in a h
Waking up to my sin Chapter 13: The Iron Lesson
The island smelled of wild rosemary and gun oil. It was a jagged tooth of rock jutting out of the Mediterranean, a fortress of solitude that felt a thousand miles away from the "bitch ass" politics of Newtown.Malakai led me up a narrow, winding path toward a stone villa that looked like it had been carved directly into the cliffside. He didn't look back to see if I was keeping up; he knew I was. He had a way of commanding the space around him, a raw, sovereign energy that made the local wildlife go silent as he passed.Once we reached a flat plateau overlooking the sea, he stopped. He pulled two crates from a hidden cache beneath a tarp. One contained water; the other was filled with enough hardware to start a small revolution."The Council is going to send their best 'Cleaning Crews' after us, Leona," he said, his voice as cold as the steel he was handling. "They think you're a weak link. They think I’m distracted by my obsession. We’re going to prove them wrong."He handed me t
Waking up to my sin Chapter 12: The Horizon of Ash
The morning sun hit the Mediterranean waves with a blinding, diamond-like glare, but the warmth did little to settle the restlessness in my bones. I stood on the bridge of the yacht, watching Malakai navigate the vessel with a practiced, lethal grace. He had traded his combat gear for a crisp linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal the ink that marked him as a man of the shadows."Where are we?" I asked, my voice still raspy from the night before. I felt different—sharper, as if the girl who used to flinch at her mother’s shadow had finally been buried at sea."A sanctuary," Malakai replied, his eyes never leaving the radar screen. "An island off the coast of Sicily that doesn't exist on any commercial map. It’s owned by a man who owes me his life twice over. We’ll be safe there while I coordinate our next move against the Council."I walked over to him, the soft silk of my new robe—something he’d kept stashed in the cabin for a day that might never come—brushing against my ankle
Waking up to my sin Chapter 11: Salt and Sin
The roar of the yacht’s engines was the only thing drowning out the frantic thudding of my heart. Newtown was nothing more than a faint, glowing orange smudge on the horizon, a tombstone for the girl I used to be. I stood at the stern, my fingers white-knuckled as I gripped the cold railing. My red silk dress was ruined—torn at the hem and stained with a mixture of salt spray and the blood of men who had tried to keep me in a cage. I looked down at my hands; they were shaking. "The wind is picking up. Get inside, Leona." The voice was low, vibrating through the floorboards and straight into my heels. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Malakai. I could feel the "furious" heat radiating off him, a silent storm that followed him everywhere. "I can't," I whispered, my voice cracking. "If I go inside, it becomes real. If I go inside, I’m not just running away... I’m yours." I felt him move. He didn't walk; he prowled. Suddenly, he was directly behind me, his massive fram
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