~Rylee~He licked his lips, lust dilating his brown eyes. The gears in his head shift, thinking of a spot in this room where he wants his men to do their way with me. There was no other option for him, really. Apart from this wooden chair I was sitting on, there was no other furniture they could use.His eyes drifted towards the rug beneath my feet. His filthy mind set on using the floor to cradle my body.He pulled out his phone. My stomach twisted. He even thought of recording his sickening plan. He was ready to command his men when I spoke. My voice was so low it was impossible for him to hear me.“Did you say something?” he asked, giving me his full attention.I kept my gaze fixed on the rug. “How sure are you?” I repeated.“Sure of what?”I lift my eyes to his. “That we are related….”His brows quirked up, lips titling to an amused smile. “Tio Vicente will not go to the lengths he did in finding you if you are not his daughter.”“That’s your uncle,” I said. “I am asking if you ar

~Rylee~ Three oil tankers lined the side of the fence. I threw my last grenade on the one at the center. It blew up, followed by the other two tankers, creating three mushroom smoke in the air. I made it through the series of warehouses from the west side. Now I had to cross the field sheltering dumped cars, trailer trucks, and vans to get to the deserted office building on the east. There were fewer places I could use for protection here and more chances for the enemy searching party to get a good aim at me. The sun was already up, casting light into everything around me, making it rather challenging to sneak and hide from Dominguez and Suarez’s men. I pressed my back onto a trailer truck, heaving a breath as I checked the magazine of my M16, frowning. Only one bullet left. I heaved a deep breath, throat parched and my soles blistered from all the running I’d done. Halfway through the abandoned mill, I took down thirty men, yet fellows who wanted me dead multiplied like germs unde

~Klaus~Rebuilding and reorganizing is much more work than putting up a new system. At least in forming a new company or organization, we start from scratch. Cleansing is more brutal than creating.Ghost is back on the job. Ro, Hunter, and he are working on my behalf to review every employee’s background and ties with Kino while Dad took it upon himself to clean our family. The entire mafia organization is next once we’ve finished purging Martinelli holdings and the Martinelli mafia. It will take us time to be able to trust everyone again, but we have to start somewhere.My purpose in life has changed, though. The company and the mafia only come after my wife’s welfare. After what we have been through, I want to pamper her and give her the vacation she deserves, the life she deserves.“The books for Rylee’s library will arrive in two weeks.” I was on a video call with Evan; he’s updating me on their progress in Huntersville.Evan plonked on the outdoor chair in the master’s bedroom. H

~Rylee~Still patting my hair dry, I stepped out of the bathroom, finding Klaus with his laptop above his lap. Eyebrows creased in a frown, his fingers beating the keyboard with finesse.I rounded the bed, eyes trained on him, but he was so engrossed in whatever he was writing that he didn’t even acknowledge my presence.It has been three days since Ghost and Rain visited us. Klaus was so busy that he sometimes skipped meals. He worries about Berenice. The entire family remained at risk, from inside and outside threats. And with Dominguez roaming freely, his little sister remained an easy target for Martinelli’s number one enemy right now.Berenice blatantly declared her displeasure for being a Martinelli. It’s a rather challenging task to protect her when she doesn’t want to accept the security given to her. I heard she tried to escape Kai twice, getting creative with her every attempt.“Found a replacement for Kai?” I asked, hoping to ease away some of the tension over Klaus’s shoul

~Rylee~“You,” I said, my voice gravelly. “I want you, Klaus.”Klaus roughly spun me around. His long fingers are still clutching my hair tight. He is breathing as hard as I am, lips ghosting mine as he asked, “what about me, huh, gattina?” He pulled my hair back, growling against my neck, nuzzling his nose on its length. I shivered. “Be specific.”I reached up, coiling my hands around his neck, gripping his hair. “I want you inside me. Fuck me.”The heat between my thighs was enough to burn me inside out. This temporary celibacy we were forced to take because of our recovery from Spain, and my unstable emotions made tears pool in my eyes. I blinked it back.“Where?” he asked with a smile in his voice, nibbling my earlobes. “How… Be fucking specific, Rose,” he said, “or I’ll keep you on edge all night.”‘Oh boy,’ his playful tone intensified the throbbing between my legs, feeding my excitement and desire.His lips hovered over mine, but before our lips collided, I snaked my foot on hi