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Luther GreenI looked around and saw the bodies sprawled across the floor of the Black Velvet. The fighting around me had finally quieted. A final surge of fury ran through me. This battle hadn’t been just physical—it was a defense of everything we had built.The bar was destroyed. Tables were overturned, glass shattered, and the sharp smell of gunpowder, blood, and spilled whiskey was thick in the air. My men were already moving, restraining the few invaders who were still breathing.The last enemy stood staggering, defeat shadowing his face. The amber lights of the bar illuminated him grotesquely, twisting his expression into a mix of frustration and pure terror.“What do you want, man? ” I asked, approaching slowly, my voice low and deadly.

Liora VossThe room was submerged in a heavy gloom, lit only by the weak yellowish light from the lamp beside the bed. Luther slept deeply, his broad chest rising and falling in a slow, artificial rhythm due to the strong sedatives Noah had administered. The thick scent of dried blood, antiseptic, male sweat, and arousal hung in the air like a suffocating mist.I was on my knees on the cold floor. My heart pounded hard against my ribs, but it wasn’t just fear. It was desire. A sick, growing desire that I could no longer deny.The four of them surrounded me. Their heavy gazes devoured me even before their hands did.Heros gripped my chin firmly, his strong fingers digging into my skin. His light eyes looked like ice about to melt. There was distrust there, jealousy, anger… but also a hunger that made my thighs press together.“Do you understand what you’re offering, Liora?” he asked, his voice low and sharp. “After tonight, there’s no going back. You will be ours. For real. We’re going

Luther GreenMy brothers watch me as if I’m a bomb about to detonate. Maybe I am.The stitches from the wounds I received at the Black Velvet have healed, but the rage inside me remains an open, festering wound. The doctor said I needed another week of complete rest. I stared at him until he lowered his eyes and muttered that I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. Smart man.I wasn’t going to spend one more day lying in bed while my brothers were busy breaking Liora every night. While they marked her, ruined her, and turned her into a cock-addicted whore. I missed it. I missed her first time. I missed the moment her eyes filled with tears as she was claimed.And it was eating me alive like boiling acid.The warehouse stinks of metal, diesel oil, sweat, and gunpowder. The new weapons shipment is spread out in front of me. I inspect every piece obsessively, noting the serial numbers in a notebook stained with the dried blood of some idiot who thought he could steal from us last month.Ze

Heros GreenWhen I left Liora in my bed, sleeping so serenely, I had to fight the urge to caress her cheek. The memory of the night we shared still echoed in my mind—a wave of desire that made me hard just thinking about her softness. She is everything I am not: soft, fragrant, and warm. The scent of jasmine still lingered on me, a mark of her body that had mixed with the essence of Luther’s bathtub—a small reminder of Alicia, the one he still stubbornly kept alive in his life. It was a smell that continued to haunt him, and perhaps that explained why his obsession with her had only intensified.As we drove back home, I felt the tension in the air. Luther entered the car with a heavy expression, and I could see in the looks he gave me the weight of the concern consuming him. He was still recovering from the injuries he sustained at the bar, but the rage of not being the first to have her—of having been unconscious while we claimed her—was visible in every line of his face.The silence

Luther GreenI clear space in my closet, quickly organizing the clothes to make room for the new pieces we just bought for Liora.When she appears, wearing one of Heros’s sweaters that reaches mid-thigh, I can’t look away. The high collar hugs her delicate neck, and the long sleeves hang over her hands like a mantle. She folds the sleeves back, and the sight of her small frame wrapped in the oversized garment only intensifies the possessiveness I feel—a mix of affection and a sharp pang of jealousy that consumes me.“Are you okay?” I ask, noticing that as we climbed the stairs, she was limping slightly. The gesture draws my attention, and concern grows inside me. But there’s hesitation in the air, a weight she seems to carry.She takes her time answering, and the silence becomes uncomfortable.“Liora?” I press, trying to meet her gaze. What could be going through her mind?&ldq