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Chapter 131 RUSSEL ~~~0~~~ “Marry me, Allesia,” I murmured, resting my forehead on hers. “Please.” She froze in my arms, her eyes fluttering open, scanning my face like she was trying to be sure I had actually said something. I kept my expression serious, giving her time as her mind struggled to process my words. “Russel,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “Are you serious?” “Never been more serious in my life,” I replied, my eyes intensely searching hers for an answer. “I want you, Allesia, not just because I’ve not been able to resist you from the first day I saw you, but because I’ve loved you ever since that day, hence my inability to let you go.” I cradled her closer, and a soft gasp escaped her half-parted lips. “Protecting you is something I want to spend the rest of my days doing, and making you mine forever is the only way to validate my claim on you—I want you forever, Allesia.” Her heart raced against my skin, and I could see the whirlwind of emotions in her e

Chapter 133 RUSSEL ~~~°~~~ “I’m afraid you’re taking too much for granted right now, Russel,” Kegan stated, tight-lipped. “You know I’m the last person who would ever lie to you.” It was rare to see Kegan this composed, this stern, and that demeanor was seriously grating on my nerves. “Is this about me not taking your calls? I know how much you hate that, Dad, I’m really sorry, but I don’t need the lesson right now, please.” “We have a situation on our hands, and you’ve had over a whole month to act on it, yet your only focus has been on something else entirely—that detective.” I rolled my eyes, “Allesia was mad at me.” Kegan released a frustrated sigh. “Cut me some fucking slack!” he hissed. “Have you forgotten what Ignacio told you? People are watching. I don’t know how you’ve suddenly started feeling like Ken in a fucking Barbie world, but this is real life, your real world. Every second counts because a lot could go wrong in a split second.” “Exactly what is this about?”

Chapter 135 ALLESIA ~~~0~~~ Yesterday, I had a comfortable place to work in. Not everyone knew I had any connection with the intimidating mafia boss, Russel, who so happened to be their boss’s boss until he pulled up in the studio to threaten them and also issue a strong warning to the boss’s before dragging me out. Today's shoot was grueling. Everyone was on edge, treating me with a mix of cautious respect and awkward politeness. Russel's dramatic appearance yesterday had clearly rattled them, and Mario, the director, was no exception. Normally, any model whose partner caused such a disruption would have been swiftly dismissed, but for some reason which I suspected to be Russel making sure that wasn’t an option for me, I wasn’t fired, warned or anything. I could even sense the tension in Mario's demeanor when he came in that morning, a clear sign that Russel had most likely had a stern word with him sometime yesterday, and you could guess who did most of the talking there.

Chapter 137 RUSSEL ~~~°~~~ "Big fancy guns, clumsy moves, coded rules, yet none of you can answer a simple question: who's paying you?" "I swear I don't know!" the man shrieked, his mangled cry echoing through the almost empty room. I let out a low chuckle to hide my disgust, “You all say the same thing until I change your mind." Dylan had brought six men from the group that infiltrated the merchandise last night to the warehouse, and I was in the process of nicely getting the answers we needed out of them. So far, two proved a bit stubborn for my mood and two cried like pregnant ladies, so I had already killed four. The fifth guy was strapped to a chair in the center of the room, his face battered and bruised. Blood trickled down his forehead, mingling with sweat, as he trembled under my gaze. His eyes darted around the room, landing on Dylan, a silent plea for help, but Dylan returned his gaze with a cold one that made the man shudder. The other four lay motionless o

Chapter 139 RUSSEL ~~~°~~~~ I gripped the steering wheel, my mind a storm of emotions—anger, frustration, and a bewildering sense of loss. How could she be telling me she loved me in the morning and then turn around and say she couldn’t fit into my world by evening? What the hell did that even mean? She had been with me long enough to understand how things works around me. She had never really had a problem with it before now, a few complaints here and there, but none had ever really escalated to the point of having her say it to my face that she couldn’t live the rest of her life like that. Was it because of her family? Maybe she never really loved me, and coming back to her family made her realize it. Or maybe nearly dying had changed her mind about me. That shit does crazy things to people, especially innocent wildflowers like Allesia. But I had come face to face with death too many times to give a shit. I had shown her my worst side, told her everything, and yet she stil