All Chapters of RUTHLESS TEMPTATION : Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

The afternoon hum of Crane Corp shifted the moment they walked in. Heavy boots on polished stone, conversation dying in a dozen throats. Heads turned as Lorenzo and his men moved like a dark tide through the lobby, five broad-shouldered silhouettes in expensive coats and Lorenzo at the center with a grin that never met his eyes. Wherever he looked, people made room. Jace felt the room tilt. He was at his desk when the first ripple of recognition hit him, a dozen coworkers glancing between him and the intruders. He straightened before he thought to, suddenly aware of how small his office felt, how thin the partition between him and other people in the room had become. Lorenzo’s gaze found him with surgical speed. The man’s smile widened, predatory and casual all at once. He took three long strides and stopped in the doorway of Jace’s division as if he owned the building. “Bunny,” Lorenzo called out his voice deep. The voice made two assistants blanch. Serena, Elias’s efficient and

Trigger Warning: Violence, physical assault, emotional trauma The room reeked of damp concrete and iron. It was the kind of place that swallowed sound and suffocated hope. A single bulb swung from the cracked ceiling, its weak light throwing warped shadows across Justin’s drenched figure. His eyes, once hazy from being jolted awake, were now sharp, calculating. And when his gaze finally locked on Jace, his lips curled into a sneer. “I do not know this freak.” The words sliced through the air. Jace froze, his chest heaving. That mocking tone and the casual dismissal lit a fuse inside him. Lorenzo tightened his grip on Jace’s arm, anchoring him. His presence was steady and solid as if he knew, even before Jace did, that a storm of rage was about to erupt. “Well,” Lorenzo drawled, his voice calm but laced with steel, “this freak happens to be the son of the family you killed years ago.” Justin tilted his head, confusion flickering before amusement curved his mouth. “I have kil

Trigger Warning: Graphic Violence, Torture, Emotional Trauma The air in the abandoned building was heavy and thick with the stink of burnt flesh, sweat, and fear. Jace’s stomach knotted with every sound that came out of Justin’s throat every scream, every grunt, every stubborn silence that followed. He had lost count of how many times Lorenzo had pressed that iron to Justin’s skin. But Lorenzo had not. Forty-seven minutes. That’s how long the cycle had gone on heat, burn, scream, silence. And Justin still had not said a word about Victor Crane. Jace could not understand it. If it were him, if he were strapped to that chair, with every inch of his skin branded like cattle, he would have broken long ago. But Justin, this man who had destroyed everything sat there trembling, bloodied and scorched but still refused to break. Lorenzo, however, looked almost amused. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his temples, but his smile had not wavered once. He crouched in front of Justin, eyes