All Chapters of HEATED REVENGE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CARLOS POV In my years as Don of Viper Lane, everyone fears me. My rivals. My followers. The people who warm my bed. The presidents I lord over and the enemies I destroy. Even Zara, eventually. And Zara feared nothing. She was a psycho even more ruthless than I am—well, was, until she figured out my dog can bite its owner. But now I’m seated across a perfect prey to hunt and break. A fair-skinned girl with ash eyes and full lips that glimmer like they were crafted by some sadistic deity specifically to test my control. She’s feisty, bold, and a blatant liar. I clocked the deception the moment she walked into my lounge four months ago, pretending she didn’t know exactly who I was. Doing the same today as well. First mistake: Everyone knows who I am. You might not have seen me, but you’ve heard of me. “I. Don’t. Repeat. Myself.” My temper isn’t real. Not entirely. It’s not about her disobedience or her lack of fear, though both are intoxicating in ways I can barely comprehend. It

I creep down the stairs toward the door, cameras clutched in my palm as I open it slowly. It’s an office. His office. Empty and dark. The windows are even closed. I look forward and sideways: no cameras in sight. The bastard is probably too arrogant to assume anyone can infiltrate his home. I don’t let myself linger. I go behind his desk and place the first camera underneath it with the mic facing out. The adhesive holds immediately. One down. I peek through the doorway and shift back inside when I hear something rattle. Dear blessed Lord. I hold my breath, making sure to remain well hidden, with my gun in hand I count to fifteen and no footsteps echo. I peep through, the bedroom remains empty. Well. That could've been bloody. I step out and tiptoe back to the bedroom. I position the second camera behind his bedside lamp, angled to capture the bed and the room’s main entrance. Second Confirmed. Mic on. Third one goes back in my purse. If I’m lucky, I’ll find somewhere more v

THALIA POV I gasp, hands flying up to grab his wrist. Out of instinct, I twist his finger. He winces but doesn’t let go. "You'll get yourself hurt" He says in low tone, pressing my body closer to him. The position forces my back to arch, my throat to expose, my body to curve into his: vulnerable, pinned, every inch of me aware of his hard muscles. Of him pressing against me. Of his dick. I should fight harder: Heel to his toes. Elbow to his ribs. Move. But I don’t. Because when he tightens his grip, his scent: fruit, oud and incense floods me again, the same one that’s been clinging to his shirt all day, wrapping around me like smoke. “Does your husband know you’re in my apartment?” He questions, sliding his other hand down my lower back, his fingertips tracing just above my waistband, igniting unwanted currents through me. I hate it. Hate that my body responds to the same hands that... “Wearing my clothes, smelling like me" His nails dig in further. Touching the skin of my hi

CARLOS POVFRIDAY PM. 9I don't have an issue with marriage. I have an issue with Thalia claiming she has a husband."I've got to give it to her, Don. She's relentless." Damien's smirk appears as he checks his side mirror, prompting me to do the same.A brown Dodge Durango trails us, one car behind.My lips curve upward. Her persistence is admirable. Since age ten, all I've known is kill or be killed. Each day bloody boring. I find new ways to entertain myself: leaving them crippled for hours, giving them weapons to end me. None ever could. Weak boring humansMy latest game: keeping someone alive for revenge after a mass killing. Even if its a witness. Just someone with brawl I can watch plan my death,so I end them when they show their claws.Watch their face fall when I tell them I made them think they're in power, but all the while, they were just my source of entertainment.Like Thalia Easton."Lose her at the next intersection."Damien nods and I tune him out with AirPods—Thalia'