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Celine POVI glared at Enzo, my ears still ringing from the loud sound that had hit my eardrum just seconds ago, and I struggled against his grip."What did you just do?!"Enzo lifted a small smile to his lips."A frequency jamming device in my pocket. All I had to do was press a tiny button…"I should have known. Those things were the end of any eavesdropping device."How did you know it was me? I was disguised. I was wearing a mask.""It wasn’t about what you covered, but what you didn’t…" Suddenly, his hands ran over my thighs and circled around my ass."I told you I’d recognize these pants anywhere—and the ass that comes with them too."Of course… why hadn’t I thought about my ass? That was, after all, completely natural."Keep your claws off me, Enzo. They know you shocked my earpiece, so my men could be on your ass any second.""Hmm…" he murmured, thinking."Why would they do that? They have no proof your information is with me. Maybe you’re still wanted, but what’s my worth wit

Celine POVEnzo shoved me into my kitchen island, his mouth covering mine… I gasped sharply and tried to push him away again, moaning as he grabbed my hair and held it tight.He controlled the knife in my hand by gripping my wrist, making it impossible for me to stab him. If this was really what I wanted, I couldn’t tell at this point.My other hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, and now that I realized it, I was kissing him again, meeting each dominant thrust of his tongue with angry resistance.Suddenly, he grabbed the knife, then yanked it and pressed it against my chest. For a moment, I thought he’d pierce my heart, but then he slashed quickly, tearing my shirt; my strapless top fell onto the counter.Mouth open, I immediately remembered why I was angry. That’s what he did last time—he took control. He used his mouth, left me half-naked and then… oh, but not this time."You fucking idiot," I shoved him away and ran to my bedroom where I knew my gun was un

Celine POVThere were so many words to describe how I felt in that moment. Tired. Sore. Drained. Hungry. More pain. Bruises. A mess. Then even more pain.But the word that fit me best right then, the only one I could really think of, was this. Traitor.I stood under the warm, gentle spray of the shower, trying to wash everything away. The feelings. The guilt. I had woken up half on Enzo, half in my bed. I didn’t even remember crawling there after what we did.So I had to assume Enzo carried me. That he picked me up after I passed out in that heavy, dizzy after-sex high.I couldn’t even remember how it started. One second I was fighting him. The next, I was riding him. What the hell?It was just physical. Nothing more. That’s what I chose to believe. We got caught in the moment. It just happened. A huge mistake. One that would never happen again.Yeah. Keep telling yourself that. Maybe then you’ll stop thinking about his dick sliding inside you from every possible angle."Oh my God," I

Celine POV"Couldn’t you figure out who caused those fights?""No. I tried, but I couldn’t. Whoever did it was careful," Michael said, thinking hard."Could it be…""I checked Monroe. It wasn’t him. He’s an idiot, but not the kind of idiot we’re looking for. He’s clean," Michael said, his face serious."Still, Monroe talked to your father. He might tell him you were in your underwear with Enzo."I shouldn’t have been surprised. But I was. This was a new low, even for Monroe."Thanks for the warning. But be careful, Michael.""They’ll never catch me," he said with a proud smile, spinning his pen again. "I’m the best at covering my tracks."I couldn’t argue with that."Alright. I’ll talk to you later. I need to go get some meat.""Again?"That sharp voice was getting rude now.---The fact that Michael was looking out for me like this, going out of his way, was annoying. But it helped. It made everything feel real. Dangerous. It showed me just how far Monroe might go to push me out. He

Celine Pov"Oh my God," I groaned. I covered my ears and rolled on my bed when I heard sounds coming from my bathroom. The shower, to be exact."Oh my God… it’s not… that bastard."But yes. It was. He was jerking off in my bathroom. That fucking idiot.I told him he could stay one night. Just one. He was too weak to find somewhere safe to sleep, and I still needed him to go over the plan. And what’s the first thing he does after waking up on my couch? Yeah. I didn’t even need to say it."Are you kidding me?" I muttered under my breath as his sounds echoed against the bathroom tiles."Oh, for the love of God."I threw the covers off and got up, heading straight to my closet. I picked clean underwear and my daily clothes. Jeans and a black tank top. I got dressed, skipping the shower. No way in hell I was stepping in there after that.So he’s too weak to find another place to sleep… but not too weak to jack off.Typical male logic.I scoffed, buttoning my pants just as I heard the water