Chapter 9: Blood on Black Silk The gunshot cracked through the penthouse like thunder in a closed room, sharp and final. Alex’s head snapped up from where he had been tracing lazy circles on Victor’s bare chest, their bodies still tangled and slick from the slow, face-to-face fuck that had ended only minutes earlier. Victor’s gray eyes widened in shock. Then he jerked, a wet, ugly sound tearing from his throat as blood bloomed across the black silk sheets right below his ribs. “Victor!” Alex’s scream ripped out raw and broken. He clamped both hands over the wound, blood hot and pulsing between his fingers. Victor’s body convulsed once, then went terrifyingly still beneath him, breath shallow and ragged. “Stay with me,” Alex begged, voice cracking as he pressed harder. “Don’t you dare leave me now, you bastard. I love you—fuck, I love you, okay? Just stay.” The bedroom door burst open. Two of Victor’s men stormed in, guns drawn, but it was too late. Footsteps echoed from the terrac
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