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Club Eden breathed power even when the music stopped, but that night, silence ruled it, the kind that hummed with waiting. The usual haze of perfume and low laughter had been replaced by the metallic scent of gun oil and champagne left untouched on tables. The velvet drapes hung still, crimson in the strobe of the emergency lights.Raven stood beside Jaxon on the mezzanine, overlooking the main floor where his guards were stationed among the shadowed booths. Below, chandeliers flickered as if the air itself held its breath.Jaxon’s gaze never left the glass doors. “Evelyn knows what Eden means to me. This is where I built everything she couldn’t control.”Raven’s voice sharpened. “And now she wants to defile it.”He turned to her, the faintest hint of a smile curving his mouth. “She’ll try.”A soft vibration pulsed in Raven’s earpiece. Viktor’s voice came through, tight. “Boss there's movement at the perimeter. Six or seven black vehicles.”Raven moved to the railing, watching as the

The first explosion shattered the night at 2:13 a.m. The sound rolled across the city like thunder with teeth, deep, splitting, hungry. From the Morreau penthouse, the windows trembled. Raven jerked upright in bed before she was even awake, instincts snapping faster than thought. The other side of the bed was cold.“Jaxon?” Her voice cut the dark.There was no response, only the low hum of security systems and the whisper of wind through glass. The city beyond glittered with its usual indifference, until the second blast bloomed across the eastern docks, red and furious against the horizon.Raven was already on her feet. She snatched the earpiece from the nightstand, pressed it into her ear. “Viktor. Report.”Static. Then a voice, jagged and broken through interference: “Contact, east sector, Dock Seven, repeat, we’re under...”The feed died in a hiss. Raven didn’t bother with clothes beyond the black cargo jacket thrown over silk skin, gun holstered at her thigh, boots barely tied. S

Jaxon Morreau had known pain before, the kind that broke bones, burned skin, and drew confessions from men who swore they’d never beg, but this was different, this was humiliation made holy.He was strapped to a reinforced steel chair in a room too white, too quiet. The cuffs bit into his wrists; the leather was soaked in his own blood. A row of monitors faced him, twelve screens, all showing his woman. Every second was another cut across his restraint. She was alive, that much was clear, but alive inside Zane’s world wasn’t the same as safe.On the screens, he watched her pacing in that glass cell, pale light tracing her silhouette. She didn’t cry or plead. She stood straight, fierce, unbroken, and that hurt him more than any lash ever could, because she was carrying his child, and he couldn’t protect either of them.A mechanical voice filled the room. “She’s stronger than we expected,” it said. Zane’s voice followed, lazy and pleased. “She’ll break differently. I want him to see tha

The world came apart in light. One moment there was the hiss of Evelyn’s breath, the slow drip of power sliding through her words, and then everything detonated. Fire tore through the compound’s heart like judgment, shattering glass walls and sending a storm of white-hot shrapnel screaming into the dark.Raven’s ears rang. Her lungs seized against the smoke, her vision a blur of motion and orange bloom. She only registered Jaxon’s arm around her waist, the crush of his body shielding hers as the floor gave way beneath them.They fell together, down through a haze of sparks and twisted metal. When they landed, it was in a corridor two levels below. Jaxon hit hard, the breath knocked out of him, but he didn’t let go. He pulled Raven upright, fingers trembling from adrenaline and pain. “Can you move?”She coughed, smoke searing her throat. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”He looked up, the ceiling above them groaned, beams buckling. The security sirens began their banshee wail, painting the wal

The city looked cleaner than it should after so much death. Glass towers stood untouched, the harbor calm again, as if the sea hadn’t burned red hours ago.From the penthouse window, Raven stared at the skyline, a lie dressed in gold light. The world below didn’t know how close it had come to ruin. Smoke still clung to her hair, the scent of fire and fear buried in her skin.Behind her, Jaxon peeled off his bloodstained shirt and dropped it onto the marble. His muscles were corded tight, movements sharp, deliberate. The bandage across his shoulder glowed white against his skin. He looked like a fallen god, wounded, furious, untouchable.Raven leaned against the glass, voice low. “We made it back, but it doesn’t feel like surviving.”Jaxon poured whiskey into a crystal glass, ignoring the tremor in his hand. “Survival isn’t supposed to feel good.”She turned toward him. “You’re bleeding through your bandage.”He glanced down, smirked faintly. “So are you.”Her lips curved. “Mine’s not