บททั้งหมดของ Sinful Desires: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Victor relished the look of shock and fear on Selena's face. She was right to be scared. He was back. But hearing his name on her lips again after all these years lit something inside him that he immediately pushed down. No. He was here for business, not feelings. He stared at her for a long moment, watching as she physically blanched from his gaze. There was terror in her face, but something about it felt off to him—like her fear wasn't directed at him but at something else. "Why?" The single word dropped from his lips, barely audible above the thumping music. Despite the noise surrounding them in the club, he knew she heard him. He watched different emotions play across her face—guilt, sadness, fear, and something else he couldn't quite name. Selena's lips parted, trembling slightly. "Victor, I—" "Don't." His voice was sharp as a blade. "Don't you dare make excuses." She shook her head, eyes desperate. "You don't understand. There are things you don't know—" "What's there to un

Hours had passed since Victor's assault at the club. The digital clock on Xavier's desk blinked 11:55 PM, its red glow casting eerie shadows across his office. Xavier had just returned from his meeting with the Moretti family—a crucial alliance he'd been nurturing for months which was shaken by the attack on his drug shipments—only to be greeted with news of Joshua's attack. His pristine suit jacket lay discarded on the leather couch, his tie loosened, and several buttons of his shirt undone. Selena stood at the far end of the room, her back pressed against the wall. Her red dress from the club was wrinkled now, mascara smudged beneath her eyes. She hadn't been allowed to change. Xavier had summoned her immediately upon his return, his voice cold with barely contained fury when he called. "You had ONE fucking job!" Xavier roared, pacing like a caged animal. The office that usually screamed power and luxury now felt like an execution chamber for her. "You were supposed to watch over

Three hours earlier Victor's motorcycle roared through the empty streets as he sped away from the club. His hands gripped the handles so tight they hurt, but the pain felt good. It kept him focused, kept him from thinking too much about what he'd just done to Joshua. "Bastard deserved worse," he muttered into his helmet, the wind whipping his words away. The streets blurred past him, but his mind wasn't on the road. It kept drifting back to the club, to Selena's face when she'd seen him. The shock in her eyes. The fear. But there was something else there too, something that nagged at him. "Stop it," he growled to himself. "She betrayed you. She watched them shoot you. She doesn't deserve your thoughts." But his mind had a will of its own tonight. A memory surfaced, unwanted and sharp. Selena, five years ago, telling him she needed to go away for a while. "Just a year," she'd said, her eyes not quite meeting his. "I need to handle some family business." "A whole year?" he

Selena jolted at the sharp knock on her bedroom door. She'd been staring at the same spot on the wall for nearly an hour, her mind still racing with thoughts of Victor's return. What it meant. What would happen now. She quickly draped a silk robe around her slender frame and padded to the door. When she opened it, she found one of Xavier's men standing there—the new recruit Xavier had beaten bloody just days ago. The swelling on his face had reduced to ugly purple marks that told their own story of Xavier's temper. "Boss wants to see you," he said, his eyes carefully avoiding hers. "Right away." Selena's stomach tightened. "Tell him I'll be there in ten minutes." The man nodded and left without another word. Selena closed the door, leaning against it as dread pooled in her belly. Xavier's summons rarely brought good news, especially after Victor's dramatic reappearance. She dressed mechanically—a simple navy dress that reached her knees, her long dark hair pulled back into a neat

"Boss! Boss! BOSS!" Jordan's voice boomed through the hallway before the door to Victor's private office burst open. Victor looked up from the map he'd been studying with Gerald and Maria, his expression darkening at the interruption. The room was small but elegant, with heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon light and a single desk lamp casting shadows across their faces. "Jordan," Victor said, his voice deceptively calm. "We've talked about boundaries, haven't we? Knocking, perhaps?" Jordan waved away the comment, his breath coming fast like he'd run up several flights of stairs. "It's important." "It better be," Victor replied, leaning back in his leather chair. "Or I might have to remind you what happens to people who waste my time." Maria smirked from her position by the window, clearly enjoying Jordan's discomfort. Gerald merely raised an eyebrow, his stoic expression giving nothing away. Despite the thinly veiled threat, Jordan pressed on. "I found a way for you to ge