All Chapters of HEATED REVENGE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THALIA POV.I shoot him in the exact same spot I stabbed him seconds ago.The sound of my pistol reverberates through the lounge as Carlos’s blood pools on the tiled floor. The same way he decorated the walls of my home six years ago.His lifeless body splatters blood on my Cesare Paciotti heels—the ones I’ve been saving for this exact moment.When I finally murder the Don of Viper Lane.Not yet. But soon.#OUT OF DAYDREAM#“Thalia!”Henry’s voice crackles through my earpiece. I blink, refocusing on the rooftop ledge where I’m positioned. Below, Carlos and his men load sacks from Swallow Now lounge into a waiting vehicle.“I’m here.” I snap a photo of the man exchanging money with Carlos and send it to Henry“That’s Sebrine clan’s top client.” Static punctuates his words. I zoom in, capturing two more shots of the transaction.“I know. A reason to fuel his anger when he finds out Carlos stole his top client.”Defeating Viper lane isn't an easy task. The bastard have fame, power & domi

THALIA POV CHAPTER 2 “She’s awake. Set the table.” A voice speaks. Cold, clinical, and definitely not Marcus: Carlos's enemy whom I train under and It’s certainly not Vaughn, my tech-genius ex. The voice cut through the pleasure coursing through me, I pause my hand and try opening my eyes. Everywhere is dark. My pulse spike as I realize, I’m blindfolded. What the hell? “You’re playing a dangerous game.” Damien’s voice: Carlos’s right hand. It sounds distant but I’ve played chess and listened to him talk enough to recognize that voice anywhere. Which means the person who spoke earlier was… Carlos? I pull my hand from between my thighs and test my limbs: Legs free. Arms unbound. I’m on a bed, not restrained, and the scent surrounding me is familiar: bergamot and vanilla. My custom candle, the one I make because store versions never match my father’s recipe. I’m home. I exhale and turn to my side. Back to sleep it is. If I'm home, I'm safe. “I’m making things fast and easy for h

THALIA POV It’s past seven when I finally win. Now he’s handing me his bag, rattling off his schedule: warehouse, shipments, meetings, I ignore all as we wait for the elevator. “What am I expected to do at this job?” “Be you.” I snort. “If I’ve heard of ways to get killed quickly, it’s by being yourself.” He respond with a chuckle “Think ahead. Be discreet. Intelligent. Comfortable around the men and woman I meet.” Woman. Singular. Not women. Maybe that’s why he needs a female PA. "And most importantly, don't let your mouth get you in trouble" I don't dignify that with an answer “What’s my pay?” “Enough to ensure you never need money again.” “Like a billion dollars?” “Yes.” Of course he has that kind of money. “Can I have my phone now?” “As my PA, it’s being checked for security” “As my PA, it’s being checked for security. You’ll get it back later,” I mimic under my breath. Finishing the response I've heard twice. His mouth twitches as he press

THALIA POV“We’re here, ma’am.”The driver’s voice wakes me. Vaughn waits outside, and despite everything, seeing him still brings comfort.“Please pay him.” I signal no to whatever lecture he’s preparing.Inside his gym: half his, half his friend’s partnership, he takes the seat opposite me at the small café area.“Tell me you’re not wearing Voldemort’s shirt.”The displeasure in his tone is exactly why I came. Something to remind me it’s wrong to crave Carlos’s touch.But my mind stays glued on the never-ending loop of him yanking my hair, his gaze on me, how he feels pressed against my back.“How did you plant cameras in Carlos's home?” he asks.“I fainted, and he took me to his house.”“What the fuck!” He stands so fast his chair thuds to the floor, eyes blown wide as he rushes toward me.“I’m fine.”“Don’t fucking lie to me.”He glares, already checking my body for bruises before I can stop him.I let him search, looking at his profile: the strong jaw, the golden-brown hair, the

CARLOS POV"Carlos." Damien's voice drops to a chilling low."How do you know she's precise with her cuts?"I don't reply. Just to humor myself. A tiny bit of fun.His eyes dart between the road and me like I'm a dead man walking"Don't tell me she stabbed you?!"There it is. I smile."It's not fucking funny!"Exactly. I accelerate the car."I watched a clip of her cutting off a guy's dick.""Oh my God." he presses brake like a lunatic"Unlike me, Thalia only punishes bad guys. She does a good job at it.""You watched a video of someone you call a kitten castrate an innocent man?""For strategic purposes. And he isn't an innocent man."His eyes narrow"He tried to rape her"He sucks in a loud breath, tightening his grip on the steering like the reason is unreasonable"Kill her now or that will be you next!""Can't. She's planning something"He raises both brows at me"A secret. Apparently It's to die for"I watch the corner of his lip lift"You're Insane!""I'm prepared. There's a dif