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A minute later, I’m behind the wheel. The engine roars to life beneath me as I drive straight toward her apartment. The lobby manager swears he hasn’t seen Dr. Carlson since the wedding weeks ago. Still, he unlocks the apartment for me. I search the entire place anyway. Nothing. No sign of her. No trace that she’s even been here recently. I check the bedroom last. Empty. I stare at the untouched space for a few long seconds. The air is stale, the silence loud enough to ring in my ears. She isn't here. I walk back out. It’s only been a couple of hours. She’ll come back. She has to. I return to my father’s estate and wait for news. None. Outside, the rain starts hammering hard enough to sound violent against the windows. Every strike of it feels like a whip cracking straight through my skull. Because now, hours have passed. And there’s still no sign of her. She knows exactly what happens if she disappears on me. She knows what I’ll do if she decides not to come back. And that’s

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“Let her go, Shaun.” Father commands. I tighten my grip instead. Everything in front of me feels red. “Shaun.” This time it comes out as a warning. I still don’t move. “When I let go,” I growl, dragging her closer to me, “you don’t say another fucking word. About Liana. About anything. You understand me?” Tears gather in her reddened eyes while she struggles to nod. I shove her away hard enough that she collapses onto the wet ground coughing violently. Then I turn toward the rest of them. Toward the entire family now gathered in the rain-soaked courtyard.“Everybody listen carefully.” My voice cuts through the thunder loud enough to silence every whisper instantly. “Until Liana’s found, nobody thinks about anything else. Nobody sleeps. Nobody steps out of line."My gaze moves slowly across each face, pinning them in place."And most importantly—keep your fucking mouths shut. If I hear a single thing I don’t like, I’ll break your teeth myself.” I storm back inside and yank my

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“Are you sure about this?” I ask Julian from inside the car. Rain lashes violently against the windshield while the estate looms ahead through the darkness like something waiting for us. “If I were sure,” he says flatly, “I would’ve demanded Liana’s freedom from you a hell of a lot sooner than this.” He slides the magazine into his gun with a sharp click before looking over at me. “So no. But right now this is the only lead we’ve got.” I don’t waste another second thinking about it. “Xavier, exterminate the flies.” “Yes, boss.” He’s out of the vehicle before the command even stops echoing. From the shadows of the other cars, the rest of the men spill out in a silent, lethal wave. Five minutes later, Julian and I step out too. Weapons already drawn as we move through the estate gates side by side. A handful of guards and security men are already down across the courtyard. Bodies scattered over wet stone. Blood disappears beneath the relentless rain almost as quickly as it spills

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Looks like I’ve got rats crawling around closer than I thought. Because somebody tipped Chelsea off. And now she’s on the run. Which means at some point, I’m going to need to tear this family apart piece by piece and figure out exactly who the fuck’s been talking. Ian and Caleb picked up her trail last night and went ahead after her. Now the rest of us have been chasing their route down the highway for what feels like forever. The road stretches endlessly beneath us, blistered by heat and drowned in harsh sunlight. Dry land flashes past on both sides in violent blurs while the engine screams beneath my feet. At this speed, everything outside the windows looks less like scenery and more like bullets tearing past us. Every minute that passes drives something sharper into my chest. Like the slow twist of a knife. Because every second it takes us to catch her means a longer drive back. And a longer drive back means less time left for Liana. Less time before Kyle decides he’s done wa

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Liana Physically? I’m fine. Not a single bruise on me. Mentally? Emotionally? Psychologically? I’m fucking falling apart. And the terrifying part is how numb it all feels. Even when Kyle’s men open the door and motion for me to walk out, I barely react. My body moves because it’s told to move. Nothing more. Not until I step farther into the hall and see Shaun and Julian in the distance. Standing side by side. That finally makes me falter a little. Just a step. Just enough for shock to pull me backward for half a second. But even then, it doesn’t fully settle inside me. Maybe because I don’t believe what I’m seeing. Or maybe because something in me cracked beyond repair somewhere over the last two days. My gaze shifts slowly between them. I can feel the tension carved into both of them from across the room. Tight. Coiled. Dangerous. And underneath it—something smaller. Relief. The exact moment their eyes land on me. Then someone else catches my attention. Chelsea. What the hell i

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Then his hands move lower. He drags them slowly down my back, pressing lightly against different spots one by one with unsettling patience. And suddenly a thought crashes into my head hard enough to make my entire body go cold. A tracker. Is he looking for a fucking tracker? Could Kyle have implanted something inside me? My stomach twists instantly. Shaun’s hands keep moving lower. He grips one of my thighs and starts checking it carefully from top to bottom. Slowly. Maybe a little too slowly. Oh fuck. A sharp shiver races across my skin beneath the glide of his fingers, every tiny hair on my body rising instantly. And I absolutely do not want to think about why. Not now. Not after everything. His touch keeps traveling over my leg methodically, thorough enough to make heat start gathering low in my stomach despite myself. Goddammit. When he finally seems satisfied with one leg, he moves to the other. And apparently I’m pathetic enough for every pulse in my body to collect traito

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I walk farther into the room slowly. In the dim lighting, I can finally see him properly. His eyes look hollowed out. Exhausted. Like sleep never even came close to touching him. And stretched across the skin over his ribs are several dark bruises. I pause slightly. What the hell happened to him? “Something keeping you up?" His voice is deceptively casual. Yeah. About a million fucking things. A thousand unresolved disasters sitting between us. “How does post-traumatic stress sound to you?” I shoot back. One side of his head tilts slightly. “Fair enough.” “What’s your excuse?” I fold my arms across my chest. At that moment, his hands finally move from where they’d been hidden behind the desk. He sets down the picture frame he’d apparently been staring at. I can’t see the photo inside it from here. “I don’t know,” he says flatly. Then suddenly there’s an edge beneath his voice again. Sharp. Frayed. “Maybe because my wife was being held hostage for two fucking days and I had no i

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Have I completely lost my mind? Why does it feel like, after days of restlessness, of my skin feeling too tight, of my thoughts spiraling into chaos, I’m only just now starting to calm down? My ass lands against the edge of his desk. The robe hanging from my body has fallen completely open by now, reduced to barely anything on my shoulders. He slips it down the rest of the way before tearing his mouth from mine and dragging it lower. The second his lips close around my nipple, I gasp, my body arching into him. At the same time, his hand moves between my thighs, every nerve ending in my body suddenly burning alive under his touch. Then his finger slides inside me. I whimper, clenching around him, already craving more. Oh fuck. Fuck. I’m not drunk. I’m not reaching for him to forget about Julian. So why the hell do I want him this badly? I’m dripping already. Completely gone for him. My own hands roam his body desperately until they reach the thick ridge of his cock straining ag

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“I think it’s time we finally get some sleep,” he murmurs against the curve of my neck after a long stretch of silence. Then he pulls back, his cock sliding free with a wet, obscene sound, leaving me aching with the loss of him. I instinctively curl inward for a second before forcing myself upright again. But before I can even think about sliding off the desk, his hands are under my knees and my back, lifting me effortlessly against his chest. “What are you doing?” My arms loop loosely around his neck. He steps back, shoving the rest of his sweatpants down his legs before abandoning them on the floor without a second glance. “Taking you to my room.” “I want to sleep in my own room.” “Fine.” One corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “We’ll go there together." “But—” “That’s it.” He cuts me off smoothly, carrying me through the office without slowing. “There’s nothing to discus.” I’m too exhausted to argue. Too exhausted to resist. Too exhausted to start pulling apart every

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I just stare at him. Openly. Unapologetically. Because I genuinely can’t believe what I’m hearing. The audacity of this man is almost impressive. Shaun, meanwhile, remains infuriatingly calm. He starts walking toward me with the same measured confidence he uses when delivering threats, ultimatums, or any other declaration he’s already decided is non-negotiable. That familiar look settles into his eyes. Cool. Controlled. Dangerously empty. “Not after that ridiculous stunt you pulled,” he says evenly. “The one that ended with you getting kidnapped.” Wow. I honestly cannot believe this. The sheer nerve. The hypocrisy. Coming from the man who practically turned me into bait in the first place. “First of all,” I snap, “I didn’t pull a stunt. I needed to be alone. Second of all, as far as I can tell, didn’t everything work out perfectly for you? Wasn’t this exactly what you wanted? Didn’t you have an entire plan built around using me as bait?” His eyes narrow. Suspicion flashes ac

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