All Chapters of Love in lies: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Marco's POVThe car drove into the compound and parked, some guards were standing in front of the house with guns in their hands. The first thing I smelled immediately I stepped out of the car was gunfire. The sharp, metallic bite of blood followed immediately after.I looked around, the guards at the gate were missing, none of them at the usual posts. The sleek black security SUV was still running by the entrance, its headlights casting wide beams across the paved compound, but no one sat in it.Something was wrong.“Boss,” one of my men called from behind, running toward me from the west wing of the compound. His shirt was stained with something dark, he was breathing hard. “We were ambushed.” I didn’t wait for therest of the story, the first thing that came to my mind Emily.My feet carried me forward, I ran as fast as I could, drawing my gun as I moved past the trimmed hedges and columns. I followed the trail of shell casings, blood splatters, and bullet-riddled walls. The fro

The ambulance arrived a few minutes later, I sat at the back, holding Emily's hands as we drove to the hospital. The paramedics were trying their best to keep her conscious. The sound of sirens clawed at the edge of my mind as the ambulance screeched into the emergency bay of the hospital. I didn’t wait for the driver to park. The door was open before the tires even stopped rolling. I jumped out and stormed toward the rear, heart pounding hard enough to crack my ribs.“Get a stretcher!” I roared. “NOW!” I didn't know what else to do. All that mattered to me was Emily. The paramedics were already on the move, but I couldn’t hold back the fury and panic boiling inside me. My Emily—my girl—lay there in the stretcher with her skin too pale, her lips tinged blue. Blood caked her temple. Her wrists were bruised and scraped, marks I didn’t even want to think about. Her blouse was torn, there were cuts along her ribs. Signs of pain, of suffering on her. My woman.Jonathan met me on the oth

They say the first step is the hardest, but today, I knew that’s a lie.The first step felt almost easy, because I was still full of adrenaline, still clinging to that quiet rage that had been building in me since the warehouse. I laced up the gloves Marco had left for me and I walked into the gym with my chin lifted.Marco said he didn't want to watch, he couldn't stand watching me in pain. I didn't mind though, I knew what I wanted. I thought I was ready, Matteo stepped in.He didn't introduce himself, he just jumped into business. “Okay! First we start with warm-up. Were going three rounds each round you'll do ten burpees, ten jumping jacks, five pushups. And lastly, don’t stop between rounds.”I blinked. “That’s the warm-up?”His only answer was a timer. And then a beep.I started moving, the first ten burpees knocked the breath from my lungs.I hadn’t expected the floor to hit so hard. My knees throbbed, the push from the ground to jump felt like dragging dead weight. I was bar

“You know what to do Emily,” he said and spanked my ass again. I reached down, my hand trembling slightly as I found the hard bulge beneath the fabric of his trousers. My fingers closed around him, feeling his heat and his length.He groaned, a guttural sound that vibrated through me. “Emily…”I unsnapped his trousers, then slowly lowered the zipper. He was already fully aroused, I freed his dick, my fingers closing around him. Marco's dick felt hot against my palm. I looked at him, then leaned forward, my lips parting. He watched me, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as I took his dick into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, I stroked him with my tongue, as I licked the tip of his dick. I felt him vibrate and a deep growl escaped him mouth. I sucked his dick, my head going slowly up and down his whole lenght. Marco groaned in frustration then he brought his hand to my head and helped me move faster as he thrust his hips forward into my mouth. His salty precum dripped do

LUCAN'S POVI looked at Emily, but I felt something tugging my chest as I said the words… “I’m happy for you,” trying to keep my voice steady. But it still came out more sarcastic than I wanted and strained, even.“Lucas—”I didn’t let her finish, I waved it off and stood up, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl. “You want more popcorn?”She hesitated. I could feel her eyes on me, probably trying to read what I wasn’t saying. She didn’t have to try that hard. I’m not sure I was hiding it all that well.Then she gave me this little smile and nodded. “Sure.”I turned and walked into the kitchen, the bowl in my hand, but my head was buzzing. I stared at the popcorn machine like it had all the answers. It whirred to life, while my thoughts ran circles.Happy for you. That’s what I’d said.Maybe some part of me was. A microscopic, buried part. But the rest of me? The part that had watched her slip away, the part still chained to everything I hadn’t told her, that part was burning.I had loved