I push myself further, ignoring my screaming muscles. Working out all the shit Emiliana fed me during the weekend. I don't remember seeing any greens in sight which is unlike me. She was right when she called me out earlier. I haven't been myself and unfortunately, she's not the only one who noticed. Sal is working out next to me and I can feel his stare every few seconds. He has a lot to say but I know if I let him open his mouth, I'll regret it. Still, he's a persistent bastard and eventually I give in. "For fuck's sake, spit it out" "You're in love with her" "Fuck off" He chuckles "I never thought I would see the day. Can't say I like it though" "Are you jealous of my wife?" "I'm jealous of you. She's hot and different from what I imagined" "If you imagined her naked, you're dead," I say getting off the treadmill. "Now that you said it..." "I will fucking end you. Don't try me" I cut him off. He's my best friend and I know he'll never make a move on my woman but we

"You look like shit," Elena says dropping beside me. It's been a while since we hang out. Two weeks have passed since I joined killer angels and I haven't had a moment's peace. G is such a bitch. I've been sleeping with one eye open because I don't know what she'll drop on my head next. I can't eat outside in case they drug me again because I overheard a conversation that messed with my head. This girl was telling her friend how she was eating in a restaurant one time and she passed out. Next thing she knew, she'd woken up in Ibiza with no idea how she got there. All she had was the money in her wallet which was only a few dollars. No passport or phone in sight. Who the fuck does that? Apparently, the point was for her to improvise and make her way home. What the fuck kind of training is that? I didn't get to hear the rest because they caught me eavesdropping and left. Since then I've been a mess. Despite having eight bodyguards following me around, I'm still paranoid. There is no

She moans into my mouth, her hands smoothing up my chest and locking behind my neck as her body molds to mine. I suck on her soft lips, kissing her slowly but thoroughly. I can't rush this. For the first time in my life, I want to feel everything. I want her happy and sated. I want her to remember this night forever. Her tongue dances along my lips, licking the seam and I open my mouth, letting her take control. She slides her tongue along mine, daring me, pushing me until I give in and start battling with her. Our noses bump, teeth clashing as the kiss turns demanding. Hard. My hand slides up her back, wrapping the low ponytail around my fist and tugging her head back. Emiliana moans again, running her nails over my scalp. I get the feeling she's rushing me to get this over with and I understand her anxiety but I won't rush. She comes up for air, baring her long, slender neck. I trail my lips down her chin, licking and sucking her pulse point until she starts rubbing herself against

My heart jumps into my throat as I run forward to catch her but I was too far away. By the time I get to her, she's at the bottom of the stairs face down. I kneel beside her not sure what to do. "Shit baby, are you okay?" "No" I'm afraid to touch her. What if she broke something and moving her makes it worse? "Where does it hurt?" I ask trying to see if she's bleeding. No blood. At least not in my line of sight. "This is so embarrassing. I want to die" she cries hiding her face behind her hair. Taking her arms, I pull her up. She's fine. "You should be lucky you didn't break your bones. What were you thinking?" "Stop yelling at me in front of other people" "Are you sure you're okay? Try to move your hands and feet" she sidesteps me and walks to the kitchen straightening her robe. "Good morning, Sal" "Morning Em. Are you sure you're okay?" "Aside from being embarrassed? I'm fine" she says pouring herself a cup of coffee and taking a sip. I rub a hand down my face, will

We stare at the body that was just found behind the club. Whoever killed her either stashed the body here to be disposed of later or they just didn't care. I wonder who would have the guts to kill one of my girls. The Cloud is mine. I built it from the ground up and handpicked the best girls and staff. It's the reason people like it. We cater to the rich and famous. Albeit they can be a handful but my men make sure they don't go too far. The girls work of their own free and I pay them good money to entertain the guests. They don't get involved with clients on the premises but what they do outside is none of my business. However, Crystal looks like she was assaulted, sexually and physically before she was killed. It's the first time this has ever happened and I have every intention of making it the last. "Any clue as to who she left with?" "Massimo is looking through feed," Sal says "Luckily it wasn't a civilian who found out or the cops would be a headache" Right. Especially if t