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147.

JAYCE BECKETT I couldn’t breathe. Not really. I could pant. Moan. Shake. Tremble. But air? Sanity? Gone. The heat inside me was cruel. Savage. I was burning alive in my own skin, my cock hard and aching, leaking through my briefs like a broken faucet. I’d already come once—no, twice, or maybe three times—and it didn’t matter. It only made it worse. My nerves were raw. Every breath against my skin, every brush of fabric, made me twitch. My hole was clenching around nothing, pulsing like it knew exactly what it wanted. What it was made for. “Fucking hell,” I whispered to myself, writhing in the backseat like a dog in heat. No, a dog in heat was better off that me. The drug was relentless. It didn’t fade. Didn’t soften. It only built. Like a cruel high that sharpened everything inside me, stripped away my thoughts, and left me with nothing but raw, animal need. I wanted Renato. No... I needed him. Like oxygen. Like blood. I needed him inside me, over me, around me. His scent.

148.

RENATO MARINO I couldn’t even feel my legs anymore. Just the slick slide of sweat down my spine, the sting between my thighs, and the unbearable fullness still deep inside me. He hadn’t stopped, God, he hadn’t stopped. Jayce had already taken me twice. The second time nearly split me in half. I thought that was it. I thought the monster in him had finally quieted. But the way he was looking at me now, dark eyes, panting lips, cock still hard and slick with my cum, I knew I was wrong. “Again,” he breathed, voice thick and starved, nails dragging down my back. “I want you again.” "Baby..." I gasped, body curling into itself. My muscles were trembling. My asshole was sore, red, raw. I was leaking, gaping, still stretched open from the last round and barely holding together. I knew he never asked to top, it was all on me. But at least, can't he just let me rest for just ten minutes before taking me again and again? "Come on, Ren..." Jayce grumbled, reaching two fingers between u

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GIOVANNII don’t remember how I got home.One second I was in the front seat of the car, pretending I wasn’t listening to the sounds Uncle Renato was pulling out of the fed like a goddamn symphony, and the next... I was stepping out of the private elevator, keying in the passcode to my penthouse with shaking fingers and a hard-on that refused to die.My jaw was clenched. My cock was throbbing. And all I could think about was Adrian.His touch. His voice. The way his eyes looked when I made him beg.And fuck, I needed that now. I needed him.The moment I stepped inside, I heard soft humming.Adrian stood by the window, shirtless in his sweatpants, rocking our baby girl, Viola, against his chest—the perfect goddamn vision of fatherhood.He didn’t hear me come in. He was too focused on soothing her, whispering gentle things in that low, tender voice that made my chest ache. That soft, domestic warmth should’ve calmed me.But it didn’t.It fucking broke me.I was too far gone.“Give her t

150.

MARCELOI should’ve felt relief when I dropped the banker off at the warehouse like my uncle told me to.Relief that I’d gotten the same bastard who shoved a syringe into Jayce’s neck as well. Relief that one more loose end was tied up.But I didn’t feel any of that.I just felt… empty. Bone-deep tired. The kind of tired no drink, hot shower, or full night’s sleep could fix. The kind that seeps into your bones and whispers, You’re not going to win this one, boy.I pulled into my building’s underground parking on autopilot, headlights cutting through the dim concrete. My body ached like I’d been hit over and over again with a baseball bat. My head felt too heavy for my shoulders to carry. I had to remind myself to breathe every few seconds.“Fuck,” I muttered a low, painful grunt.The glove compartment clicked open. The little pill bottle was always there, my metronome, my routine.Two pills.No one who saw me would ever guess they weren’t for sleep. I tipped them into my palm. They l

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151.

RENATO MARINOThrobbing.My head was pounding so hard it felt like my skull was splintering from the inside out. Every heartbeat slammed against my temples, and every throb threatened to split me wide open. If I did not get off this damn, cold floor soon, I would lose my goddamn mind.If I had not passed out cold, nothing in this world would have kept me on the floor until morning. That alone told me exactly how wrecked I was. At some point during the night, the floor must have been too cold for Jayce because he had practically fused himself to me. His body was tangled around mine, wrapped so tightly it was as if we were welded together. His legs were hooked over mine, his arm pinned across my chest, his face pressed against my throat so that I could feel his warm, steady breaths sinking into my skin.“Ugh,” I groaned, forcing one of my hands out of his steel-like grip and moving it upward, throwing my head back with effort.That was when I heard it. Muffled voices coming from the l

152.

RENATO MARINO I cleaned Jayce up as gently as I could. The water was warm, the cloth soft, but he barely stirred. His lashes stayed pressed to his cheeks, his breathing slow and steady. I covered him again, pulling the sheets up to his chest before stepping back. The Blue Calm would keep him under for a while. That was good. His body needed the rest after last night.I lingered for one last glance. The faint bite on his jaw was still visible. Mine. That mark was not going anywhere for days. That much was certain.The shower was quick but hot enough to chase away some of the stiffness in my neck and shoulders. My head still throbbed from the blast. The cut at my temple stung when the water ran over it, but it would do for now. I could not afford to waste the morning.I dressed in black from shirt to shoes. I buttoned the cuffs, straightened the collar, and adjusted my watch. When I stepped out of the bedroom, the sound of voices drifted up from downstairs. They were low but clear, f

153.

JAYCE BECKETT The grumbling of my stomach was what dragged me out of sleep, not the gentle kiss of dawn or some poetic bullshit—just pure, primal hunger.I let out a lazy grunt, stretching my legs like a cat and patting the space beside me. My hand expected to find Renato—warm, smug, probably already smirking at me. Instead, I got a cold, empty mattress."Shit," I muttered, cracking one eye open only to instantly regret it.The sunlight came in like it had a personal vendetta against me, stabbing me right in the pupils."Renato?" I croaked, voice scratchy, like it had gone through a blender overnight.I didn’t remember falling asleep here. Actually… I didn’t remember falling asleep at all. The last thing I recalled was walking into the bar and… and... and what?"Shit. I can’t remember what happened."I tried sitting up, but my midsection protested like I’d been in a wrestling match with a bear. I knew this feeling too well, only when Renato and I had sex that I usually feel this way

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JAYCE BECKETT"So..." Sage trailed off, and I could hear the sounds of boots in the background. "I'm calling you now to let you know we have him."My heart skipped a beat just hearing that. Somehow, there was still a tiny side of me that liked Judd. That still wanted to believe it was all lie.Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with me?Judd... no, Mikhail, he wasn't what I thought he was. The sooner I understand that, the better."Did he resist arrest?" I asked, swallowing down nothing as I stared at Renato from the corner of my eyes, getting ready for whatever business he said he had with Sasha.Sage hummed something low, probably to someone, and then his voice came up again. "Not quite. I think he already has knowledge of what's going on, and he seemed to have a plan of his own.""Did he?" I groaned, frowning as my eyes shifted back to Renato, and I caught his side wrapped in a huge plaster before he slid his shirt on.When did he get injured that I didn't know?"When are we taking the v

155.

RENATO MARINO The gates opened slow, deliberate, like the jaws of some iron beast. Rifles gleamed in the hands of Sasha’s men, every muzzle tilted just enough to remind us of what it would cost to trespass here.Our convoy rolled forward, three black cars moving as one. The lead vehicle cleared the path, men inside scanning every shadow with the paranoia drilled into them by years in this life. My car came second, a black Mercedes sedan, its windows tinted darker than midnight. Only Giovanni sat inside with me. He was silent, his hand resting close to his gun, though we both knew firing here would mean death before the magazine emptied.Giovanni remained stiff and silent. He didn’t need to say anything—we both knew what this was.Last night, we almost got buried in Sasha’s fire. The bastard tried to kill us. And now, he wanted me at his table. Like nothing happened. Like the blood and fire were just business.Behind us, Nicola’s car followed tight. From the corner of my eye, I caugh

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