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Kira’s POVBang.I pulled the trigger on Adrian’s Glock. A loud, deafening crack tore through the air as the bullets ripped into the man’s chest. He stumbled back, multiple wounds blooming across his body before he hit the ground with a heavy thud.It all happened so fast. Another man rushed from the corner of the aisle, raising his gun to fire at me, but Adrian moved before I could blink, shoving me aside just as more gunshots exploded around us. The sound swallowed everything. It felt like it came from everywhere.I peeked over Adrian’s shoulder just in time to see the muscular man drop to the floor, his forehead split open by a bullet. Enzo stood a few inches away, tiny smoke curling from his raised gun. My breathing came in quick, shaky bursts.“Are you alright?” Adrian turned to me, his hands moving frantically over my body, my arms, shoulders, face—checking for injuries. I stood frozen, unable to tear my eyes off the men bleeding out on the floor.“Fuck, Kira, talk to me!” he

Kira’s POV“What?” I choked out.“I can assure you,” Adrian said calmly, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, “the attack today wasn’t Romano.”“Again—what?”Adrian knew? Since when?He didn’t answer. The only sound in the room was the soft, repetitive swirl of his drink, the clink of ice against glass, and the thick, uncomfortable silence stretching between us. We fell into a strange competition—who would speak first, his cold and unreadable eyes not leaving mine.I was too afraid to say anything or to even look away. How did he find out? How long has he known? My mind raced with a thousand questions.As if reading my thoughts, his lips tipped up slightly. “Tsk, tsk.” He kissed his teeth, still turning the glass in lazy circles.“Honestly,” he began, “I’m a bit offended that you didn’t, for once, think of the possibility that maybe…” he paused, pointing the glass lazily in my direction, “…just maybe, I was aware of your little secret meetings, wife.”My mouth went dry. “I—what are

Adrian’s POVI watched Kira walk away from me, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure what to feel. Amusement? Annoyance? Maybe. But beneath it, something else twisted… something I didn’t want to name.I wasn’t accustomed to being taken advantage of, especially for sex. That was usually my role… to take, to control, to leave them wrecked and grateful for it.Guilt formed like a raised welt under my skin but I smashed, stomped, and squeezed them into my end justifies the means compartment.She was angry that I’d played her like a puppet. I didn’t get it. I never forced her to do a damn thing. I watched her stumble away with keen interest, every movement reminding me she still carried traces of me inside her. The thought alone stirred something deep, dangerous, and I felt my cock harden all over again. I leaned on the wall.She probably expects me to chase after her, apologize, and maybe offer some half-baked explanation on what I didn’t force her to do. Fuck apologies. They’ve never done m

Third Person POVThe phone went dead, and silence filled the narrow alley.A woman stood there, still holding the device to her ear for a moment before slowly lowering it. Across from her, a man leaned lazily against the wall, one boot propped behind him, watching her like someone studying a ticking bomb.“You done?” he asked, voice rough, bored.She ignored him, tucking the phone into her pocket. He pushed off the wall and walked to the mouth of the alley, glancing left and then right to see if they were being followed. The streets beyond were empty — no tails, no shadows, just the distant hum of the city’s nightlife bleeding into the dark.When he returned, she was still standing there, her expression unreadable."Why did you call?"A loud smack echoed as her right palm met his cheek. He turned back to her in a dramatic way with an eyebrow raised. He slowly caressed his jaw and opened his mouth to speak.“What the fuck—” he bellowed but quickly caught wind of their open surroundings