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11

CARLOS POV - Sunday, 12:02 AM I can picture her exactly as she'll be: those deceptively innocent pajamas that contradict everything I know about her. Compared to her dark ambitions, vicious rage, mouth that invokes violence, she dresses soft for sleep. Feminine. Vulnerable. The contradiction fascinates me each time I pay her a visit. I unlock her door with my copied key, alarm already disabled remotely. Her house sits close to the mountain, perfect for her training regime. Just a boat ride from Marcus's territory. My chest twists and my nose scrunch involuntarily. That proximity needs to end. Soon. My gun rests heavy in my jacket pocket, loaded and ready. If there's actually a husband here, he's a dead man. One more reason for her to sharpen her knives against me. After all, her viciousness is what is keeping her alive. I'm almost looking forward to her anger at me instead of mourning her loss. My cock jerks and I smile. 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 ?

12

CARLOS POV Orio's photograph, smeared with red oil. Laughter erupts from my chest before I can stop it. I bend down to examine it closer, letting the sound echo off the basement walls. She's fucking vengeful. All because he pointed a gun at her? THALIA. THALIA Perfect to be mine. Rule beside me. My personal queen and high priestess... Rule?? I can't be serious but maybe I am. My chest pound hard and my cock won't calm down. Her hostility, her vendetta, it makes me ache for her. Makes me want to fuck more attitude and anger into her just to see what she'll do. "Both," I finally text back Damien "She lied. No husband." I take several photos of the shrine before leaving evidence of the worship I've inspired, then force myself back upstairs. Every step toward her sleeping form makes me wanton. My body pulses with the urge to wake her up, feast on those hands that decorated me, those legs that walked around plotting,my death and her beautiful cunt, to show her exa

13 Monday 9am

THALIA POV. "Look at your pussy grip me" He whispers into my ears. His thumb twisting my nipples with his heavy breathing rolling down my body with each thrust. "You like how I fuck you?" He questions, turning me over with my ass up in the air. He thrusts back in with brutal force, slapping my ass with each move "You're mine to fuck again and again" Waves of pleasure take over me, fading out his loud grunts "Cum for me pretty doll" BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. "CARLOOOOS" The digital shriek of my alarm pierces the haze of pleasure, dragging me back to a reality I’m not sure I want to face. I bolt upright, my chest heaving, lungs burning as if I’ve been running for miles. I lift my sticky hands, daring not look at the humiliating proof that I fingered myself while dreaming about Carlos fucking me. Again! "Family... focus... damn it, Thalia!" I hiss through gritted teeth. Lifting myself off the bed, I stumble toward the vanity, my legs feeling like worm. I grip the cool marble edge of

CARLOS GIFT

THALIA POVBEEP. BEEP. BEEP.The digital shriek of the alarm pierces the haze of sleep, dragging me back to a reality I’m not sure I want to face.I bolt upright, my chest heaving, lungs burning as if I’ve been running for miles.I lift my hands. They’re trembling so violently I can barely hold them steady in the dim morning light.I dare not look at the humiliating proof that I fingered myself while dreaming about Carlos fucking me."Family... focus... damn it, Thalia!" I hiss through gritted teeth.I stumble toward the vanity, my legs feeling like worm, gripping the cool marble edge of the sink, forcing my eyes to meet my reflection.The woman staring back is a stranger. Flushed cheeks, pupils blown wide, and lip...gods! my lips are swollen and parted as if they’ve spent the night being devoured. My hair is a tangled nest against my shoulders. I look thoroughly wrecked, entirely undone, despite being alone in a locked room.Six years. Six years of ice-cold discipline, and it’s melti

MONDAY, 11:00 AM

MONDAY, 11:00 AM. THALIA POV “Goodbye, Thal Thal. Call me to clean up blood this time.” Manuel jokes, his voice thick from the grunt of manual labor, as he and Zion gather their toolkits. They’ve spent the last two hours turning my home into a digital fortress. They're people I trained with: Loyal, lethal, and the only people Vaughn & I trust to wire my sanctuary without leaving a backdoor for Marcus to spy through. Vaughn sent them. Even from an FBI field office three states away, his protective streak is a mile wide. As the heavy front door clicks shut, leaving me in the sudden, ringing silence of the house, that familiar paranoia creeps back up my spine. Has it happened before? Has a shadow stood over me while I drifted through nightmares? Did he watch the rise and fall of my chest, or trace the line of my jaw with a gaze that promises ruin? The thought makes my skin crawl, a thousand invisible insects dancing over my nerves. “System’s live. Sensors on the fridge. Be careful

Pt2

CARLOS POV - Monday, 3:00 PM “You threatened Marcus! What the fuck is eating your brain?” Damien’s voice echoes through my office, loud enough to split my skull. “There’s a studio miles away. You can go there.” The way he’s the only one who can yell at me and sit without permission is something I don’t understand why I tolerate. Now Thalia’s defiance is already bleeding into my tolerance levels, and I can’t deal with two defiant humans. “And you gave him the file on Sebrine’s clan?” He stands, pacing like a caged animal. “For what reason? You’ve wanted to bring them down for years! Marcus doesn’t give a damn about child trafficking, he won’t use it!” “Damien....” “It would’ve been better to give it to Vaughn. At least he works with the FBI and has actual morals.” He runs his hand through his hair, frustration rolling off him in waves. “We don’t do business with government agencies.” “At least Vaughn would care about kids being trafficked!” Damien slams his palm on my desk.

CARLOS POV JOB

MONDAY 4PMCARLOS POV"How the fuck did you get in here?"She flinches at my tone.I didn't mean to sound that harsh. In fact, my heart is drumming so hard inside my chest I think I might actually faint.Thalia in my home?Looking like sin wrapped in defiance.She looks fucking magnificent.Better than I've ever seen her.Did she put in extra effort for me?No. Can't be. This is Thalia.But looking at her now brown hair... Did she dye it for me? Staring at her in that burgundy dress that stops mid-thigh, with matching pantyhose and heels that make her legs look endless, she looks ravishing I want to put her face down and thrust into her repeatedly while choking her with that pristine white scarf around her neck until it's not pristine anymore."Good afternoon to you too."Her voice breaks through my mind,steady, unbothered."I drove here."Is there a day where her mouth isn't trouble?"That's not what I fucking meant." My own voice comes out even more harsh I had to gulp. This isn't th

Job 2

“I will feed your remains to the lions in the valley,” I say, my voice the controlled lethal calm I've grown used to for clear threat. “Your body will never be found.Cheeks flushed, sweat beads across her forehead.Her chest heaves up and down rapidly, not that I can properly see the skin of her breasts under all that fabric.She's covered from neck to toe like the thought of me seeing her bare skin is somehow an insult to her body's honor."For the last time." I step closer, pressing the barrel against her forehead. She goes frozen. Breathes in through her mouth and out through her nose. On instinct, my eyes go to her palms; they're clenched tightly together.FUCKING PTSD. My men told me she wasn't even present when her family got killed. Came home to the aftermath.Which means the gun isn't what scares her, it's what guns represent.I should enjoy her fear. Usually do.But watching her force herself to breathe through it, watching her clench her fists to ground herself,It doesn't

NEW PA

THALIA POV 'Be a good whore and lick it slowly''You’re such a perfect little disaster. My ruin.''We're so perfect together'The echoes of that feverish, mind-shattering dream swirl through my brain like smoke, clashing violently with the reality of his fingers touching my skin.A single touch from him gave such a sickening, sweet sensation. The kind of pain that feels like a promise.My body is a traitor. Beneath the burgundy fabric of my dress, my core is a pulse of liquid heat.I want him to stop being a predator for one second and just be the monster from my sleep.I want him to squeeze my ass.I want him to smack my tits just like in the dream. Want him to fuck me till I can't walk properlyThe disgust in the lustful ways I want my doom to ruin me doesn't even hit me. And I hate myself for it“That was... unprofessional,” I manage to choke out. The words feel flimsy, dissolving in the thick, charged air between us.I wrench myself away from his hold, my skin tingling where his

PA 2

CLAP. CLAP. CLAPI spin around so fast I nearly tumble over the railing.Carlos is leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom, his silhouette framed by the indoor lights. He looks like a shadow come to life.“What a devastating love story,” he mocks.“Are you a ghost?” I gasp, clutching my chest.“Make some noise instead of scaring the life out of me!”He stands tall by the entrance. Leaning on his side against the door. His biceps straining as he folds his arms over his chest“And miss that Hallmark moment?” He checks his watch.“It’s seven PM. An orphan and single... I’m glad to know I’m your only guardian now.”“In your dreams,” I retort, pushing past him into the room."Cinematics" he says as he stalk toward me. Unshaken, watching me with an intensity that makes my skin itch.He’s changed into a V-neck white shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders, showcasing the corded muscle of his arms. His legs, solid and powerful, ground him like an oak tree.I see what I've never se

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