All Chapters of Dangerous Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alison’s POVI didn’t know how long we had been in there.Time felt strange inside that crate—tight, dark, suffocating. My legs had gone numb hours ago, my back aching from being curled into a position my body wasn’t built to hold. Every little movement felt too loud, like the walls themselves would betray us.But somehow… we hadn’t been caught.I didn’t know if that was luck or something worse.Beside me, Sophia barely moved. Even in the darkness, I could feel how steady she was. Calm. Focused. Like this was just another day for her.It wasn’t for me, not even close.When the truck finally stopped, my heart jumped so hard it hurt. Voices filtered in from outside, men talking, boots hitting the ground, metal clanking.Sophia leaned closer, her breath brushing my ear.“Don’t move yet,” she whispered. “Wait.”So I waited, every second stretched. Then the doors opened.Light spilled in through the cracks, and I held my breath so tight my chest burned. Footsteps moved around. Someone lau

Alison’s POVThe last thing I remembered was screaming.Screaming, struggling, clawing at the air while they held me down.Alaric’s voice was sharp, commanding, and it cut through the chaos.“Hold her still. Sedate her before she causes a crash.”Then everything went black.When I woke up, it wasn’t sudden. It was slow… painful.My body ached like I had been dragged through fire. My head throbbed, heavy and disoriented, and for a moment, I didn’t even remember where I was.Then it all came rushing back.The helicopter.The gunshots.Clyde.My heart skipped violently.I sat up too fast, wincing as pain shot through my limbs. The room was unfamiliar—small, enclosed, almost suffocating. The walls were too smooth, too cold. There were no windows. Just artificial light humming softly above me.I looked down at myself, and my clothes were gone.I was dressed in a long gown—soft, expensive… wrong.A chill crawled up my spine.“Hello?” My voice came out hoarse and weak.It echoed.That was wh

Clyde’s POVThe ocean burned.That was the first thing I registered as my head broke through the surface. Not the noise, not the screams, not the chaos still echoing behind us.The water. It burned like hell.I dragged in a harsh breath, my chest tightening as salt and smoke filled my lungs. My arm was locked around her waist, holding her against me as I kicked hard, forcing us away from where the bunker had just collapsed into itself.“Clyde!”Diego’s voice cut through the noise somewhere to my left, strained, hoarse. I turned my head, vision blurring for a second before I forced it to steady.He was there, bleeding, but still moving.Scar surfaced a few feet away, coughing violently, one hand clutching his side. The explosion had torn through all of us, left nothing untouched. Even the water carried the aftermath of heat, debris, the faint taste of metal and death.But none of that mattered. Only her.I tightened my grip on Allison, lifting her higher against me as another wave hit.

DiegoIt didn’t stop… our lips molded together in the most perfect French kiss I’d ever had. So wet, so messy.“Hmmm… you taste so good…” I moaned into her neck as I broke the kiss.Her breath was heavy against my chest. “You too…” she whispered.I pulled back to stare at her beautiful face. She’s all fucking red and shy, biting her lips and avoiding my eyes.“Never imagined you blushed.” I chuckled, and she rolled her eyes.“Neither did I,” she shot back. And that had me laughing.I gripped her soft hair, my fingers massaging her scalp, inhaling her sweet scent. “And you smell so fucking good…”“You’re so hard and hot,” she murmured, rolling her hips along, and I groaned at the sweet friction her ass gave.“Fuck! Sophia… please be careful, or I might just lose control and—”My breath got caught. The tension was so high, and I didn’t want to do something we’d both regret later.“Lose control and…?” Her sweet voice rang out, pulling me out of my thoughts.Her question caught me off gua

DiegoBy the time we got back to the island, it was already past midnight.The whole place was quiet. The kind that made every step echo louder than it should.Scar peeled off the moment we landed, heading straight to check the perimeter, but I didn’t follow. My body was tired, my head worse, and all I wanted for a second was something cold to drink.I walked into the house, loosening my shirt as I went, then headed straight for the kitchen.That was when I saw the movement, I stilled instantly.My hand went for my gun, pulling it out slowly as I stepped forward, senses sharpening.Then the light caught her. Sophia.Sitting casually on the kitchen counter, one leg swinging slightly, a tub of ice cream in her hand like she owned the place.I lowered the gun with a quiet scoff, she glanced at it, then at me, completely unfazed. “If you want to shoot, shoot. You’re disturbing my peace.”I huffed, sliding the gun onto the counter. “What are you doing here?”She raised a brow like I’d aske