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SHAMELESS

After a warm shower, I wandered back to Apollo's study. I could still feel their hands on me, their thick lengths stretching me. I was shameless for them, greedy. Apollo was sitting behind his desk, so I slowly walked over to him. He pulled me onto his lap, landing a possessive hand on my thigh while staring at his PC. Ares was patrolling the perimeter with his team. Atlas was going through old security footage of Aaron and Gunn. We were hunting them down. Anything out of the ordinary was a lead. A means to take action against the men who wronged me. "I've been doing some digging," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. "Did you find anything?" I questioned, curiously leaning forward. He clicked on a single file and an old picture of three men drinking together popped up on the screen. "Turns out your dad was part of a trio before he became a don," Apollo explained, running a tired hand over his face. I narrowed my eyes at the screen. "That's Aaron an

UNKNOWN

Now that you're no longer under Ghost's protection, it'll be much easier to put a bullet in your head. -UnknownI glared at my cellphone, at the threat staring back at me. I slammed the device down on my desk, running a tired hand through my hair. Last time, they mentioned that I killed their father, and that they were going to kill mine. I had a target on my back. Someone wanted me dead, and the worst part was that I had no idea who they were. Who could they be? Who on earth would be brave enough to threaten me?My fingers tapped against my polished desk. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the door. And as if he were sent, Atlas entered my office. "Vapor is ready to be distributed. Ghost was kind enough to prepare everything for us," he smirked, walking toward the floor-to-ceiling window to stare at the city below. "Let's do the capsules first. I have a feeling they'll be in higher demand than the liquid. We can distribute those later or turn them into more capsules," I poi

MOONDROP

The halls of the Senate office were quiet, aside from a group of young interns scurrying about with coffee and folders. To them, I was just Livia Muron, the niece of a titan, a girl whose only worry was likely the brand of her heels. I gave them a bright smile as I passed, playing the part of the spoiled socialite. Perhaps I was an actress in my past life.The moment I stepped into Senator Clarke’s private office, my mask slipped away. The heavy oak doors clicked shut behind me, and I let out a small sigh. The Senator didn't look like a statesman today. He looked like a man vibrating out of his skin. His eyes were bloodshot red, his hands trembling as they hovered over his desk. When he looked at me, he didn't see Ghost's niece. He saw his god."Livia," he rasped, his voice cracking. "You’re late. I thought... I thought with everything happening with Ghost...""Shhh," I whispered, walking slowly toward his desk. I placed a sleek, silver case onto the polished surface. The latch

DEAD END

Ares didn’t let go easily. His tongue was a hot, demanding invasion. And his hands were roaming low, clutching the curve of my ass through the fabric of my suit.We were still standing in the middle of the hallway; anyone could round the corner and see me being devoured by him.The risk sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I slowly lowered my hand, my fingers closing around the length of his thick cock, straining against his slacks.Ares let out a guttural groan against my mouth, his body jerking into mine. I pulled back just an inch, a playful chuckle vibrating in my throat as I looked into his darkened eyes."Patience, Ares," I whispered. I lightly patted his chest before slipping from his grip and ducking into my office.The heavy door clicked shut, and I leaned against it for a second, my heart hammering hard against my ribs. My skin felt too tight, and my breath came in shallow hitches. "Focus, Livia," I whispered to myself. I crossed to the desk, forcing my hands

MY CITY

The porcelain mask cracked as the man slumped to the ground; his body hit the damp pavement with a heavy thud.I stood there for a second, my chest heaving. The stink of gasoline mixed with the metallic tang of fresh blood burned my nostrils. My hands were shaking so hard I nearly dropped the gun. The silence of the alley was deafening, broken by the sound of my ragged breath.I didn't wait to see if he was still alive. I stumbled back, my heels clicking hard on the slick pavement. I turned and sprinted toward the light of the main street. Everything suddenly seemed like a threat.When I burst out of the alley, the streetlights blinded me. Apollo’s black sedan was idling at the curb. And the man himself was just stepping out of the building. His expression shifted from impatient to horrified the moment he saw me."Livia!"He was across the sidewalk in three long strides, his hands catching my face. His thumbs brushed over the blood splattered across my cheek, his eyes scanning m

THE GUEST

The morning light slowly cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Apollo’s suite. I woke up with a soft yawn, the familiar scent of sandalwood grounding me before I even opened my eyes. But as my consciousness flickered to life, so did my nerves. I could feel the heat coming from the man behind me. And the unmistakable, rigid of his erection pressing hard against the small of my back, searing through my pajamas.My heart hitched. I tried to roll away, to slip out of the tangled sheets and escape the sudden, tension in the room, but Apollo was faster.His arm clamped around my waist and hauled me back until I was flushed against him."Leaving so soon?" he murmured, his voice a raspy growl against the nape of my neck."Apollo," I gasped, my breath hitching as he began trailing hungry, open-mouthed kisses down the side of my throat. "You’re breaking the rules. We said... not in the morning. We have a launch to manage.""I don't care about the rules, Livia," he growled, his hand s

FAMILY BUSINESS

The air in the office had turned frigid. I stared at the man, this stranger who claimed my blood and felt the foundations of my world beginning to crumble. Arthur was dead. Aaron was a ghost. My brother was a memory. There was no room left in my life for a new one. Let alone a father."You’re lying," I spat, my grip on the Glock tightening until my knuckles turned white. "My father is dead. You're nothing but a con artist with a good tailor," I said, glaring at his perfect suit.He didn't flinch. He didn't even blink. He just watched me with those familiar eyes. Eyes that looked exactly like mine did. Cold. Calculating. Predator."Believe what you want, Livia," he said, his voice a low, smooth vibration. "But denial won't change the DNA in your veins. Now, are we going to do this the easy way, or am I going to have to show you exactly why the Ambrose name used to make the Murons tremble?"Before I could process his movement, he was a blur. I’ve lived with the Triplets; I know how

BLOODLINE

I sat at the head of a table that felt more like an altar than a place for a meal. The dining room was lit up by a massive crystal chandelier that cast sharp, diamond-shaped shadows across the silver cutlery. Across from me, Ace and Larkyn watched me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. Not the protective heat I was used to getting from the Triplets, but with a cold, detached curiosity of scientists examining a dangerous specimen.I stared at Larkyn, my head slowly shaking in denial. The history books, the police reports, even the whispers of the underworld, they all said this man was a corpse. Yet here he was, cutting into a medium-rare steak with surgical precision. He was really alive. "Let me go," I said, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Why are you keeping me here against my will?"Ace didn't even look up from his glass. He gulped down the amber bourbon in one go, the ice clinking sharply against the crystal. "Because this is where you belong, siste

DEVOTION

"Livia, are you there!?" Atlas’s voice wasn't just a sound; it was a roar of terror that vibrated through the receiver and into the very marrow of my bones. I gripped the landline so hard the plastic groaned."I'm here," I breathed out, the words catching in my throat that felt like it was closing. My heart was a wild animal, ready to jump out of its ribcage."I told you to get the hell out of there! But there’s no time. God, Livia, there’s no time!""What do you mean there's no time?" I cried out, my voice breaking into a panicked sob. I looked toward the foyer, the grand silence of the mansion suddenly feeling heavy, like the air before a lightning strike. "Baby, listen to me," Atlas said, and suddenly, the house went silent. Not a normal quiet, it was an absolute, abyssal-like void. The hum of the refrigerator, the tick of the grandfather clock, the distant whistle of the wind... everything vanished. "Run," Atlas whispered, his voice cracking. "Run down to the basement, past

BEG FOR IT

"You survived, Livia. You're safe. Atlas saved you," I whispered to myself. The steam from the shower clung to my skin like a lover's breath as I stood under the hot spray in the safehouse bathroom. The water pounded away the grime of the day. The smoke that had seeped into my hair, my pores, and my soul after the chaos that almost consumed me. I lathered my long dark hair with shampoo, the suds sliding down my back and over the curve of my hips. The scent of vanilla and orchids bloomed from the soap, chasing away the bitterness and leaving me feeling fresh and renewed.Downstairs, Atlas moved with quiet purpose, his presence a steady anchor. I could hear the faint clink of him securing the doors, his boots thudding softly on the floorboards. With him close by, safety wrapped around me like a shield, even as my mind raced with thoughts of the others.Ares and Apollo said they were on their way earlier, speeding through the gravel roads to reach me. By now, they must have arrive

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