All Chapters of HEATED REVENGE : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Carlos Pov.Gun out, another shot rings when I get closer and I recognize it's from the Deal room."How on fucking earth did this fucking happen in one goddamn fucking bloody night" Damien's voice thunder.I head into the room prepared for the exchange, my gun ready to fire as I kick the door down.Heads whip to me with raised guns then they relax seeing me"DON" I pocket my gun and head fully in. Switch in air is the first thing I notice.Everyone stands graven and by everyone I mean Damien, Greg and three of my earlier soldiers.Damien's face is red with a still smoking gun.Greg's hair is in disarray, proof he's been gripping itMy soldiers stand closer together, pressing against each other. Their breathing loud and stance tense.Damien looks to my face then scratch his head with the gun's barrel.Blood pools to my face and head, a tick for an incoming danger"Spill" I don't sound like I'm playing with them. And they know it, that's why they all bow their heads, looking small like

All I can think about is how fucking brilliant she is and how livid I am.This is a lane crossed.This is months of people's hard labour.ThaliaShe played me. Smiled in my face, let me stitch her up, sent her home like a good little soldier, then turned around and burned my operation to the ground.I should be furious. I'm furiousI'll hunt her down to put a bullet between those pretty eyes.But again. A part of me that likes when she challenges me is arouse to this.Because she’s exactly what I thought she was. What I hoped she was.Dangerous. Fearless. Willing to risk everything for meJust like me.I pull out my phone and dial.Marcus answers on the second ring. “Carlos.”“We need to talk.”“About?”“Your operative just cost me twenty million dollars.”Silence. Then, carefully:“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Don’t insult me, Marcus. Thalia sabotaged tonight’s shipment. Question is—did you order it, or did she go rogue?”More silence. I can practically hear him calculat

He reaches into his jacket, pulls out a folded paper, sets it on the bed."When did you prepare this?"He looks at me with raised lashes"You asked Shadows to be attacked,I knew you'll need more""Go ahead"“Marcus needs to consolidate,” Damien starts and I sit back up“His clan took losses last year- people, resources, political standing. The Irish networks that were backing him have started pulling support. Quietly, but it’s moving.”I look at the paper without picking it up. “Why.”“In the mafia, you lead a home or you lead nothing. Since his wife's death, they think he’s weakened. Grief makes men reckless or makes them small, and Marcus has been both on alternating weeks.” He pauses.“He needs to either pay down significant debt to the Irish, or demonstrate stability by other means.”“Marriage.”“Marriage,” Damien nods in confirmation.I reach over and press too hard on the music box by the window. It shrieks once before settling into its usual tone.I head back out into the livin

I look past him to Marcus. He’s studying the feed of the figure at my door, face neutral. Still. The way he goes still when he’s doing actual thinking.That person moved my knife. Moved my gun. Came into my apartment and rearranged things to let me know they could. If Vaughn hadn’t flagged it I’d have missed it entirely. I’ve been ignoring Vaughn’s texts because he’s worried and I can’t afford to pull him into this any further than I already have.“Be careful.” Marcus speaks to the screen, not to me. “Carlos is more vile than you think.”“He can bare his teeth. We’re both ending in blood anyway.” I say it easily because I mean it and because I need to mean it right now, with whatever happened in that ring and that car trying to rewrite the story I’ve been telling myself for six years.Marcus’s jaw works. He looks at me then — really looks — and something crosses his face before he can stop it.“You just cost me a hundred million dollars.”The room temperature drops.“What do you mean?

Thalia POVI don’t go home straight. If I go home, I think about Marcus's words. Which totally backfired. I shouldn't have mentioned what I heard from Carlos's bedroom mic. Instead, I headed to the cinema, just to watch the people in it. People who are living the life I would have lived if Carlos hadn't ended my family.Carlos.The thought surfaces without forewarning and my eye sting immediately. “Why! Why does it have to be him? Why am I horny for him?”“Horny for who?”My head whips back and someone grips my waist as I stumble the moment I hear my worst nightmare. His body colder than the temperature in the air. That all-too-familiar voice. Apart from the shock, a different urge rises in me: to hug him or pull him into a kiss.Maybe both. “Carl…” I stumble again, but he tighten his grip, pulling me steady by the waist.My mind fire warnings to desist and resist butmy body is already rising with the desire to lean into him instead of away from him“I better be the one you’re ho