Todos los capítulos de A Forbidden Night With The Enemy: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Naomi Velez The cold city air hit me hard. I was tired, and the pavement felt damp under my feet. Maria was out there, caught up in Darian Wolfe’s problems. She might think I had left her, but I would never do that. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of Viper’s stolen hoodie, which smelled like him and made me uneasy. I walked quickly down the sidewalk. Home felt too open and unsafe. The Reyes mansion, with its strong walls, was the only place that felt somewhat safe right now. But first, I needed to go to Maria’s office. It was the best starting point in her falling world. The building where Maria worked looked different. The sign that said "Dr. Maria Reyes, Clinical Psychologist" was missing. A blank space on the wall showed where it used to be. My heart raced. I went inside, expecting to smell fresh paint and leather, but it was dusty and full of boxes. People I didn’t know filled the waiting room. A woman with a clipboard looked at me, annoyed. "Can I help you?" she ask

Darian Wolfe I stood in the bathroom doorway, watching Maria relax in the bubble bath. The Wolfes’ castle surrounded us, with old stone walls full of history that I was just beginning to understand. Steam rose from the large, fancy tub, wrapping around her like a gentle embrace. Her chestnut hair floated on the water, and her hazel eyes fixed on mine, drawing me in. I couldn’t look away. She was beautiful—too beautiful—and it stirred something dangerous in me. My plans swirled cold and sharp in my mind, but my body reacted, warming at the sight of her. Maria was no longer just a way to fight Hector Reyes. She was my cousin, connected to me by blood and secrets, and that made my feelings more complicated. I stepped closer, my boots thudding on the tile, my phone buzzing in my hand with updates from Viper. Naomi was safe, Alex was giving me information on Project Phoenix, and Hector was out there, confused and desperate. The paparazzi were still crowded around the Wolfe Hotel,

Naomi VelezI was still catching my breath when the knock came at the door. My heart jumped, and I froze, standing in the middle of my apartment. Viper behind the door holding a pistol pointed to the ceiling.Everything had been a blur lately—hiding, running, lying. I hadn’t had a second to think straight. Now someone was at my door, and I had no idea who it could be.I peeked through the peephole. It was Mrs. Jenkins, my neighbor from down the hall. She was old, with white hair pulled into a tight bun, and she was the kind of person who noticed everything. She’d been my friend for years—I’d helped her carry groceries, fixed her leaky faucet once, even sat with her when her cat died. She was sweet, but nosy as hell.I cracked the door halfway, sticking my face out so she couldn’t see inside. "Hey, Mrs. Jenkins," I said, forcing a smile. "What’s up?"She squinted at me, her wrinkled hands clutching her sweater. "Naomi, where’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in days. I was worried sick.

Darian WolfeI stared at the ceiling, my body heat not yet dried from the sex with Linda, and the bedsheets were wrinkled and knotted around my legs.Linda was standing at the other end of the room, putting on her dress. As she pulled the fabric, it slid down her body slowly and gracefully. It was quite thick and floral, her perfume. It mated with the lingering odor of stale sex.As she was putting her hands bra on her fingers moved in a serene manner, and the light was hitting her body selectively, revealing and exaggerating her curves. That made my stomach turned tightly. She was always like this—calm, in control, a predator who knew exactly how to toy with her prey. I watched her, my chest heavy with a feeling I couldn’t shake."How did you find me?" I asked, my voice rough, scratched raw from the tension inside me.Linda turned her head slightly, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile."You are not a hard man to find, Darian." Her tone was light, almost teasing, as she smoo

The engine loudly under my foot. My hands were on the steering firm. Outside the window, the dark road blurred into streaks of black and gray. Streetlights whipped past like falling stars. My heart was pounding against my ribs. Every few seconds, my eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. Searching. Always searching for the stab of headlights chasing me. Was that one getting closer? My breath hitched. No, just a car turning off. Another glance. Nothing yet.But he would come. Darian. Or he’d send his men. He wouldn’t just let me go. Not after what I did. Not after I stabbed him and stole his car. The thought sent a fresh wave of cold terror down my spine. I had to ditch this car. They could track it. Easily.My foot eased off the gas pedal, trembling. The car slowed, the roaring engine settling into a lower growl. I needed somewhere busy. Somewhere this fancy car could disappear. Up ahead, the bright, ugly lights of a big shopping center glowed against the night sky. Perfect. I turned in