Mag-log inBishop's POVThe glass in my hand trembled-just a little, though my grip was iron-tight.I sat in my office, just opposite my laptop, the glow of the screen casting sharp shadows across the desk. The room was quiet except for the faint clink of ice against glass as I lifted it again, letting the whiskey burn down my throat.I couldn't believe my eyes.An anonymous blog?A blogger that's blogging against Wet Nights Club?What do I owe this person and why?My laptop screen stared back as if it was just as confused as I was.The Wet Whispers? Who is behind it?Whoever it was, this person isn't playing around. This person meant war.I must confess, the kind of content in the blog was eating into my empire like termites through timber-rotting everything from the inside out. And the worst part? I didn't know who the hell was behind it.The posts were cryptic, but they were too damn accurate. Too specific. This wasn't guesswork. This wasn't an outsider throwing rumors into the wind.Whoever
Lexi's POV It didn't feel real.Synn was gone. Just like that. One minute we were arguing about how insane it was to sneak underground again, and the next... she was lying on the cold ground, blood trickling from her forehead.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My eyes felt dry and heavy from crying for so long that I'd run out of tears. My fingers rested limp on my stomach. The room was a mess, but I couldn't bring myself to care, let alone clean it.I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I couldn't even think about stepping foot near the club.I told Bishop I was gonna resume immediately, but I didn't. The moment I got back home, I slid into my room and locked my door again. I haven't stepped out since then.How did everything even spiral so fast?The moment replayed in my head like a cursed loop-Synn's last breath, the masked butcher, the dragging sound, the blood pooling under her. My own muffled sobs hiding in the shadows.I turned my head away from the thin light slipping thro
Shemika's POV"That's it," he murmured, his voice strained. "Just like that, Shemika. Show me what that feisty mouth can do." I slid my lips down his length, hollowing my cheeks as I took him deeper, savoring the way his grip on my hair tightened. His hips jerked slightly, and I pulled back just enough to tease him with the tip of my tongue, relishing the way his breathing hitched. "Damn it," he groaned, his muscles tightening. "If you keep that up, I won't last." A wicked grin curled my lips as I looked up at him through my lashes. "Good," I whispered, my voice dripping with challenge. Before he could respond, I took him deeper again, setting a relentless pace that had him cursing under his breath. His groans filled the car, raw and uncontrolled, and I reveled in the fact that I could reduce him to this...a panting, writhing mess beneath me. Just as he was teetering on the edge, I pulled away, leaving him throbbing and desperate. "Shemika," he growled, frustration evident in hi
Shemika's POVHis demand ignited a spark of rebellion in me. If he thought I would submit easily, he had another thing coming. I smiled wickedly, a challenge glimmering in my eyes. "You want me to undress you, Bishop?" I whispered, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Fine." I reached for his pants and yanked them down without warning, my nails grazing his skin intentionally as I slid them off. He hissed through his teeth, his cock springing out free, hard and throbbing with need. I looked up at him, daring him to say something, and he just grinned like a predator who knew he'd already won. "Good girl," he murmured, cupping my chin and tilting my face up to meet his gaze. "Now, turn around." I narrowed my eyes, but something in his gaze...dark, unyielding...had me obeying before I could stop myself. I turned, bracing my hands against the window, every inch of my skin tingling with anticipation. The next moment, his hand cracked across my ass, the sound echoing in the car. I gasped, b
Shemika's POVI wanted him and that's all that matters, I want him to fuck me really hard now-harder than he ever did.The moment I felt his eyes on me, I slowly leaned back against the seat, and he leaned forward towards me. He kissed my lips and pulled away almost immediately.My eyes flicked open in shock and just before I could complain again, he leaned forward and kissed me again, this time around, his kiss was deep, raw, and harsh, so rough I could taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue...and I craved it. I loved it. My heart started to pound really fast, was he about to give me just exactly what I've been asking for-a crazy, nasty kind of sex that'll leave me half-dead and panting.Every nerve in my body screamed for Bishop, for more of this dangerous man who's leaning on me It was feeling it already, it's gonna be maddening, intense, unlike anything I had ever felt. I couldn't think straight, I didn't want to. I only wanted Bishop...wanted to drown in him and forget
Shemika's POVBishop brushed my hair away from my face, his palm cradling my cheek like I was something fragile. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against my lips.I was still trying to button my shirt when Bishop started to trail more kisses on my forehead, down to my lips and just as I was about to button up my shirt to the last, he caught my hand and trailed his mouth downward-slow, deliberate-until his lips found my breast again. His touch was reverent, tender in a way that made my chest ache.When he finally pulled back, I couldn't help the smile that spread across my lips."Did I hurt you?" he asked quietly, his thumb brushing along my lower lip as he helped me to button up my shirt.I chuckled, resting my hand against his chest as he buttoned me up. "I missed this kind of sex," I said boldly, teasing him. "I enjoyed every second." I added shyly. That was actually a lie, I didn't get enough, none of us did.His brows lifted for a moment before a low laugh rumbled in his chest







