All Chapters of Dangerous Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

By the time we arrived at my cottage, she had fallen asleep. Quickly, I moved her to my room before cleaning her up. By the time I was done, the doctor arranged by Diego had arrived to check on her. We waited patiently until he was done with the check-up, my heart racing the entire time. What if something happened to her because of me? “She’s lucky you arrived in time. Otherwise, the drug would have stopped her heart from beating.” “I fucking know! Just—how is she?” I growled, shocking the middle-aged man. He trembled at my sight. “For now, she’s stable, but…” “But what?” I cut him off, my patience already running low. “The amount of drug in her system is too high. Whoever spiked her drink must have used a lethal dose—enough to kill a human in hours.” Fuck! “So, doctor, is she going to be alright?” Diego asked since I was too furious to speak, my fist clenched in a tight punch. “For now, I’ve sedated her, and the IV drip will help flush out the drug. However, for t

Clyde's POV The glances she shot my way were pure fire, her rage simmering beneath those sharp eyes. She wasn’t hiding it, not even trying. For a second, the voice of the young man speaking at the far end of the room faded into background noise. My attention was elsewhere—on the way her lips twitched, the way her fingers clenched against the table. Allison was beyond pissed. What the fuck did I do now? The meeting wrapped up, and everyone rose from their seats, filing toward the door. "Miss Gray, stay back." My voice boomed through the boardroom, halting her in place. A ripple of tension spread through the room, eyes darting between us before people hurried out, sensing the storm brewing. She didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. The second the last person left, she turned on me. "What the fuck, Clyde?" she exploded. I smirked. "I love it when you cuss, baby." "This is not the time for jokes!" Her voice was sharp, edged with frustration. "You bought the company I work for

Allison’s POVThe sharp glare of sunlight cut through the curtains, burning through my closed lids. A groan escaped my lips as I shifted, stretching out against the cool sheets. My body ached—not in exhaustion but in the sweetest reminder of last night. My skin still tingled with the ghost of Clyde’s touch. Heat rushed to my face as memories flooded in. The way he had taken me against the glass, the rough possessiveness in his voice, the way he worshiped me like I was his last breath of air. And then the humiliation. I buried my face in my hands. *God, how do I ever face Diego and the others again?* I forced myself up, glancing around the vast bedroom. The space was eerily quiet. No hushed murmurs, no deep voice telling me to come closer, no strong arms pulling me back into bed. He was gone. Again. A sharp pang twisted in my chest, annoyance curling hot in my gut. He always did this—disappearing in the mornings, slipping away like a shadow in the dark. He never woke me.

Clyde’s POV The entire room fell silent the moment Diego dropped the news. A tension so thick it choked the air, leaving me in a state of quiet rage. For starters, we had no fucking idea who might have taken her. Dozens of names came to mind, enemies I’d made just by existing. Being the drug lord of one of the largest cartels on the continent came with its pitfalls, and this—this was a fucking nightmare. My body was numb through the flight, my fingers curled into fists on my lap, eyes fixed out the window. I wasn’t thinking about the bloodshed that might follow. I wasn’t thinking about the repercussions. I was thinking about *her.* How scared she must be. If she was crying. If she was hurt. And if she was—if she so much as had a fucking scratch on her—I'd burn the city to the ground. Hours of painstaking work later, my tech team finally restored the CCTV footage from the hotel’s parking lot. The damn thing had been sabotaged—shut down for just a few minutes, right when s

They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Well, I must’ve been at death’s door because the past week had changed me. Ever since Clyde saved me from that bastard Zach, something inside me had shifted. I refused to be weak again. Two days ago, I gave Clyde the answer he’d been waiting for—I agreed to move in with him. Naturally, he thought that was cause for celebration. But the real victory? He agreed to train me. I needed to toughen up, learn to fight. If anything like that night ever happened again, I wouldn’t be helpless. Training wasn’t easy. Every muscle in my body ached, screaming at me to quit, but I pushed through. I had to. That morning, Clyde dropped me off at work before heading to his own, and by the end of the day, Clara convinced me to hit the mall with her. We had a party to get ready for. Clyde insisted on hosting a small gathering at the penthouse—his excuse was celebrating me moving in. But I knew the truth. He was doing this for me, to make me feel s