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Breakfast went smoothly. Conversation was light and sparse. Samantha noticed no one brought up work or anything heavy. When they did talk, it was about easy, casual things.She was almost finished when Andrew decided to break the unspoken rule and aimed a question right at her.“So, Samantha—are you really Adam’s girlfriend? Or single?” he asked, shooting a sly glance at his brother.Samantha looked around the table. Everyone’s eyes were on her now—including Adam’s. Since he’d barely acknowledged her all morning, she met his stare head-on, then turned to Andrew with a sweet smile.“No boyfriend.”Andrew’s grin turned wicked as he looked at Adam, who was still watching Samantha. This morning, Andrew was feeling extra bold and playful. He leaned in for another jab.“Good to know. Then I’ve got a shot. So where do you work?” he asked, sounding genuinely interested.Samantha had caught on to his game. She decided to play along—and get a little payback on Adam at the same time. Even if, in

Oliver sat in his office, eyes glued to the laptop screen connected to his headphones. He wasn’t watching—he was listening. Completely focused on the sounds coming through. While he listened, he stroked himself.“God, your moans are so fucking hot. Now I want to hear them live more than ever,” he muttered, picking up the pace.He came hard to the audio. Grabbed napkins from the desk to clean up. Slammed the laptop shut. Leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smirk—half from what he’d just done, half from imagining what he’d do next.Someone knocked on the office door, ruining his afterglow.“Come in,” he snapped, already irritated.One of his men stepped inside, tense as hell. You never knew what kind of mood Oliver would be in.“Sir, nothing new yet. They haven’t left the house. The girl’s still inside,” the man said, bracing for his reaction.“Keep watching. She’ll want to go back to her place eventually—that’s our perfect shot.”The guy nodded, got his orders, and left the offic

Andrew, pulling up right behind them, saw the whole thing go down. He racked his gun and jumped out. Both he and Marcos were still clocking the tail car. If those guys tried anything now, they’d be ready.Samantha sprinted toward Ivan and Pedro. She got there and shoved Ivan hard, forcing him off her friend.“Get your hands off him, Ivan. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, wedging herself between them.“I’ve warned you not to stick your nose in this, Samantha. Douglas isn’t here to save you this time. And trust me—you’ll get yours too,” he snarled, shoving her aside.Marcos was already closing in. He caught her before she hit the ground and stepped right into the middle of it, even without the full story.Andrew moved up beside him.“You seem real tough picking on someone smaller—and women. Think you’d do as well against guys like us?” Marcos said, nodding toward Andrew.“I don’t know who the hell you two are, but you’d better stay out of it. This is between my boy

Samantha finished packing everything she needed. She was pissed at Adam—he’d probably requested medical leave for her without even asking.She opened the bedroom door and dragged the suitcase out. Marcos and Andrew were waiting in the living room. Marcos was even talking quietly with one of the men who’d stayed behind at the house.“Ready, princess?” Andrew teased.“I am,” she replied dryly.“What bit you back there? What happened to make you so mad?”“What happened? Your brother might be nice and attentive, but he can also be a complete idiot,” she said, letting all her frustration show.Andrew grinned, clearly amused by how worked up she was—especially since it was over his brother.“I totally agree with you, Samantha. That’s why I told you I’m the better option,” he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders.“You sure? Because you two seem cut from the same cloth. Weren’t you the one flirting with Pedro just a few minutes ago?” she asked, shrugging his arm off.“Wow, damn! The wom

Sophia took her hand first, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She noticed Samantha had gone a little serious after what she’d said.“First, take the pill I brought you. I heard about what happened and how sick you got during the chase,” she said, placing the tablet in Samantha’s palm.She stood up, grabbed a glass of water for her, came back, and handed it over. Then sat down beside her again. Samantha swallowed the pill, but curiosity was already burning—she wanted to know what Sophia had come to talk about. She decided to cut the suspense.“What did you want to talk about? You said it was serious.”“Relax, don’t get scared. Nothing new happened. When I said serious, I meant it’s about what went down today—and the other days, too. It’s something that’s… concerning, in a way,” Sophia said, taking Samantha’s hand again.“I get it. I already figured something else had happened.”“Look, I know this isn’t easy for you—going through all of this. I can only imagine what’s running through your