All Chapters of Seducing my Ex-husband back: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

VICTORY LAP~ALEXANDER'S POV~I swept the rest of the papers off the mahogany desk...contracts, blueprints, threats...sending them fluttering to the floor like confetti. I didn't care about the mess. I didn't care about the pain flaring in my side.I only cared about the woman sitting on the edge of the wood, looking at me with eyes that were dark, dilated, and absolutely fearless."Alexander," she breathed, her hands reaching out to grip the lapels of my shirt.I stepped between her thighs, pressing my hips against hers. The friction sent a jolt of electricity straight to my groin."You want to celebrate?" I growled, my voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Then let me taste my victory."I captured her mouth in a searing, bruising kiss. It wasn't gentle. It was a claim. It was a declaration of life after days of death and threats. Claire met me force for force, her tongue sliding against mine, her nails digging into my shoulders through the fabric of my shirt.She tasted like whiskey a

THE CLEANUP~ILYNOS'S POV~The place we were looking for was an old building in Hell's Kitchen. It had brick walls, dirt, and darkness.I sat in the unmarked black van three doors down, watching the entrance. My phone buzzed with a message from Mr. Hayes."Take him. Now."Short. Deadly. Alexander Hayes was a man of patience, but when it came to Claire Winfred, his patience evaporated.I checked the feed from the drone we'd silently hovered near the fourth-floor window. Inside Apartment 4B, Owen Sinclair was moving fast. He was shoving clothes into a duffel bag. He was wiping down surfaces.He was running."He's spooked," I muttered to the team in the van. "Move in. Alpha team takes the fire escape. Bravo on the front door. Do not let him reach the street."I stepped out of the van, adjusting my cuffs. I didn't draw a weapon. For a man like Owen Sinclair…..a bully who hurt women…..I wouldn't need a gun. I wanted my hands free.Inside the building, the air smelled of stuffy cabbage and

THE ALLIANCE OF ASH~MONICA'S POV~The shower in David's safe house was nothing like the one in the Blackwood estate. It was industrial slate, cold and harsh, with water pressure that felt like it was trying to peel the skin off my bones.I scrubbed at my legs, watching the mud and twigs from my run through the woods swirl down the drain. I scrubbed until my skin was raw, trying to wash away the feeling of the police pounding on my door, the image of Richard turning his back on me, and the digital clock counting down to my ruin.I had nothing.My accounts were zeroed out. My jewelry was locked in a safe I couldn't open. My husband had let the wolves take me.I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in the thick charcoal robe David had left for me. I walked into the bedroom....minimalist, expensive, soulless....and found a set of clothes laid out on the bed. A black silk blouse and trousers. Not my style, but expensive.David Blackwood didn't do cheap.I dressed quickly, my hands

TOO LATE~RICHARD'S POV~The police officer had left an hour ago, but his words were still bouncing around the empty walls of the estate like a trapped bird. "If she contacts you, Mr. Blackwood, you call us immediately. These are serious charges. Grand theft. Corporate fraud. And, regarding the toxicology report... assault with the goal to poison."I sat at my desk....the only piece of furniture I hadn't smashed yet....and stared at the file folder the detective had "accidentally" left open.My hands were stable. Too stable. It was the calm before the hurricane.I reached for the bottle of scotch. It was the cheap stuff from the back of the cabinet, the only bottle Monica hadn't touched. I took a swig straight from the neck, the burn grounding me, before I picked up the first paper.Lab Report: 'R. Blackwood.'Substance Detected: 'Benzodiazepines (High Concentration). Scopolamine.'"Scopolamine," I whispered to the empty room. "Devil's Breath."She hadn't just been giving me anti-depr

THE PUPPET MASTER~ALEXANDER'S POV~The Villa was too quiet, but it wasn't peaceful. It was the silence of a held breath.I sat in the library, the glow of the monitors painting the room in cold blue light. On the screen, the tracking beacon I had placed on Richard's car was moving, fast."He's speeding," I muttered. "Ninety miles an hour on the expressway.""Heading where?" Claire asked. She walked into the room, wearing one of my shirts, her hand resting protectively on her stomach....a habit she had developed in the last twenty-four hours."Upstate," I said. "Toward the Catskills.""That's nowhere near his estate," Claire noted, coming to stand beside my chair. "Why is he running?""He's not running, Claire. He's hunting." My phone rang. It wasn't Richard. It wasn't Ilynos. It was a number I hadn't seen in years, but one I recognized instantly.David.I put it on speaker. "Hello, brother.""Alexander," David's voice was smooth, carrying the ambient noise of wind and... was that cri