chapter 41 —Defender

Elena’s POV Viktor’s eyes flash with pure rage. His hand snaps up, fingers wrapping around my throat, slamming me harder against the dryer. The metal is hot against my back, vibrating from the cycle still running inside.“You little cunt,” he snarls, blood still dripping from his torn lip onto my shirt. “You think biting me makes you tough? I like it when they fight. Makes breaking them so much sweeter.”I gasp for air, but I don’t look away. “Then you’re going to love this.”I bring my knee up hard between his legs. He twists at the last second so I only graze his thigh, but it’s enough to make him loosen his grip. I shove him back with everything I have.He stumbles, laughing through the pain. “Feisty. I told Dante you’d be fun. He doesn’t deserve a woman like you.”I wipe his blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. “And you deserve a bullet. Stay the hell away from me.”He lunges again, faster this time. His hand clamps around my wrist, twisting it painfully behind my back a

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Chapter 42 – The Boardroom Submission

Dante’s POV The heads of the five families sit around the massive mahogany table like vultures waiting for a corpse. Tension is thick enough to choke on. No one trusts anyone, least of all me right now. I lean back in the chair at the head, fingers steepled, watching them. Old Man Rossi from the Italians keeps tapping his pen. The Irish guy, Callahan, won’t stop cracking his knuckles. The Albanians and the two smaller crews look ready to draw on each other at any second. “Gentlemen,” I say, voice low and calm. “We’re here to talk business, not start another war. The drug route through the ports is worth twenty million a month if we do it right. Split properly. No one gets greedy.” Rossi snorts. “Easy for you to say, Volkov. You control the docks. We’re supposed to trust you won’t fuck us over the second the ink dries?” Callahan leans forward. “He’s got a point. Last time we trusted a Volkov, half our shipment disappeared and your brother Viktor was suddenly richer.” I smil

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Chapter 43 — Table Claim

Dante’s POV I don’t waste a second.I shove her dress higher around her waist, yank her soaked panties to the side, and bury my face in her dripping pussy. My tongue drags flat and slow up her slit, tasting how wet she still is from coming on my fingers during the meeting.“Fuck— Dante!” she cries out, hands flying to my hair, pulling me closer. “Ahh— yes— right there—”I groan against her, sucking her swollen clit into my mouth, tongue flicking fast while two fingers slide back inside her tight heat. She’s soaked, walls fluttering around me instantly.“Mmmh— oh god— you’re going to make me come again already,” she moans, hips grinding against my face. “Oohhh— don’t stop— please—”I pump my fingers deeper, curling them hard against that spot inside her while I suck her clit relentlessly. “You were such a good girl in that meeting, baby. Soaking my hand while they talked business. Now I want to hear you scream for me on this table.”She arches off the mahogany, thighs trembling around

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chapter 41 —Defender

Chapter 42 – The Boardroom Submission

Chapter 43 — Table Claim