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“Ughhhhhhhhh, what the hell did you make me drink?” Drake groans, clutching his head in both hands and shielding his eyes from the light.“Me!” Ben chirps proudly.“Aghhhh—too loud, too loud!” Matt winces, cringing at the volume.“Sorry, but I didn’t make anyone drink anything. I blame Reggie!” Ben defends himself, holding up his hands. He actually looks okay—surprisingly fine—but when Reggie wanders in from outside, he looks completely normal. Suspiciously normal.“What the hell did you give these boneheads last night?” I ask, raising a brow.Reggie frowns, glancing between the groaning mess of men. “Last night? What? I wasn’t even—ohhhhh… oh shit! YOU BASTARDS!”He bolts past us, sprinting into the ballroom.“AWCH, AWCH, AWCHHHH!” Drake roars dramatically, and I can’t help but laugh. They look like hell.“YEP!” Reggie yells, re-emerging with an empty jar in hand. His face is sour. “I WAS RIGHT. THE MOTHERFUCKERS STOLE MY STASH!”“Ohhh, I remember now!” Matt says, smacking his forehe

As soon as we reach my bedroom, everyone moves into action. The boys gently lift Drake onto our bed. Vincent opens the window while Caron rummages through her bag, pulling out a fresh syringe and drawing a potion from a small glass vial.“Wait—what’s happening?” the doctor snaps, grabbing Caron’s wrist and yanking the needle from her hand. Ben growls low in his throat.“Give it back,” he snarls, stepping protectively in front of her. Caron stares, stunned.“Not until someone tells me what you’re injecting into my patient,” the doctor says, defiant.“None of your damn business,” Vincent hisses, snatching the needle back with practiced ease. His eyes burn with warning. “Touch my wife again, and I’ll show you what dark magic really looks like. Understood?”I can’t help but smirk. Vincent may be intense, but his loyalty runs deep—and he protects the people he loves with terrifying conviction.“I’m sorry,” the doctor says, lifting her hands. “But what do you expect? Who even are you? My pa

Lilly’s POVA low moan escapes me as my eyes flutter open. Sparks trail across my chest—Drake’s fingers, warm and slow, tracing down to my stomach. Every inch he touches leaves behind a memory.I smile, searching for his face. “Morning,” I croak, licking my dry lips.“Morning, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss beneath my ear. The heat of his breath sends a delicious shiver down my spine.Layla purrs in the back of my mind, savoring the way his lips graze my skin. His hand slips beneath my panties, and his mouth starts to work my neck with skillful, familiar pressure.“Mmmmmm…” I moan, his touch waking every nerve in my body.His fingers dip lower, drawing soft circles that make my breath hitch. His lips move slowly down my throat, his stubble scraping gently against my skin. Every touch is deliberate. He’s not just touching me—he’s reminding me I’m alive. We both are.“Drake,” I whisper, my fingers curling into the back of his shirt.“Missed you,” he murmurs against my collarbone, h

Lilly’s POVAnger ripples through me as Layla lets out a low, menacing growl.You can mess with me all you want—but fuck with my kids? HELL. FUCKING. NO.“It’s fine, Mum. I promise,” Caden says, trying to calm me.“It will never be fine!” I snap, my hands shaking. “Leave her to me—I’ll teach her a damn lesson!”“Go get breakfast. Have Evelyn bring some upstairs, but don’t tell her about your dad until she gets here,” I say. He nods and heads out, clearly relieved to escape the tension.“I’m going to kill her,” I mutter to Drake, clenching my fists.“Matt, get upstairs,” I link sharply. “We need to discuss your dick of a wife.”“On the way,” he replies immediately.“She’s going to the dungeon for this,” I growl. Drake sighs, sitting on the end of the bed and tugging me onto his lap.“I’m crazy mad too,” he says gently, stroking my back. “But think of Sammy.”I snort, crossing my arms. “I am thinking of Sammy. That’s why she needs to learn a damn lesson. If she doesn’t wise up, Layla wi

The next few days drag by. We’re bored out of our minds being locked up 24/7, and the frustration is starting to choke us—we’ve got zero leads.Drake is slowly losing it. He spends most of his time up on the roof just to change the scenery. It’s his only way of feeling connected to nature now that he’s supposedly in a deep, eternal sleep.If I had to leave the house for even a second, I was surrounded by three guards. Constant shadows. And while I considered them friends, their overbearing presence was driving me nuts.The life inside our walls feels like it’s slowly draining from us. We’re all outdoorsy people—being cooped up like this is torture, and the cracks are beginning to show.The kids argue. The parents lose patience. Then the kids make up, and we get drunk just to breathe again. Then we start all over the next day.And the guilt? Heaven, the guilt is the worst part. Lying eats at me like acid. Anyone who doesn’t know Drake is awake keeps asking how I’m holding up. How he’s