All Chapters of I Surrender to Them: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Liora VossI descend the stairs after spending the entire previous day with Luther and find only the sadist downstairs. The house is wrapped in an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the soft sound of his conversation in the kitchen. He’s speaking with the cook, a woman in her sixties whose presence I barely register since I can hardly remember her name. The aroma of fresh coffee and toasted bread hangs in the air, but it can’t dispel the tension settling in my chest as soon as I hear his voice.“Look, she’s alive after all…” he says when he sees me, his voice dripping with irony, sharp as a blade. “I thought Luther, with all that possessiveness of his, might have gone too far and suffocated you to death in one of his possessive embraces.”I roll my eyes, determined to ignore him. I sit at the table, in no mood to play his game. The kind lady seems oblivious to the tension and immediately begins preparing a plate for me. When she approaches to serve me, I intervene.“I can do it mys

 Liora VossI was drifting in that warm, heavy space between sleep and waking when I felt it—hot, possessive kisses trailing down my spine. A slow smile curved my lips before I even opened my eyes. Luther. The familiar scent of him, dark and smoky with a hint of blood and gunpowder that never quite left his skin, wrapped around me like chains I was starting to crave.He pressed his body against my back, hard and warm, one arm sliding under me to pull me flush against his chest. His teeth grazed my shoulder, not gently, but not cruelly either—just enough to remind me who I belonged to.“I missed you,” he growled against my neck, voice still rough from sleep and something darker. “Fucking missed this.”I arched into him, heat already pooling low in my belly. That treacherous part of me—the one that had woken up after the basement, t

Heros GreenI noticed the vultures watching Liora with every step she took through the ballroom, their eyes crawling over her as if they had any right. Covetous. Curious. Hungry. The reason I came to this event was twofold: to remind everyone that the ‘Ndrangheta still ruled the East Coast and to get closer to Arthur Kensignthon—one of our main suspects in the sabotage of our shipments to the Bratva and the death of our father.His father had been loyal. When the old man died and the business passed to the son, everything changed. My father had started being cautious around Arthur just days before he was murdered.Arthur was responsible for transporting our product from New York to Russia. The tampering had to have happened during transit.On our way back from Italy, Kurt sent me documents showing suspicious transactions in Arthur’s name—foun

Liora VossThe scent of him still clung to the sheets and pillows—leather, gunpowder, and that dark, masculine warmth that was unmistakably Lohan. I couldn’t stop replaying the night before: the way he had watched me sleep, the way his fingers had traced my hair, the quiet strength of his body when he slipped into bed beside me. I had pretended to be asleep, but I had watched him undress. The way his muscles moved under his skin, the white boxer briefs that did nothing to hide how much he wanted me... I had to bite my lip to stay silent.Now, sitting at the breakfast table with damp hair from my shower, I tried to act normal. But the moment the brothers descended from the office, the air shifted.Heros entered first, his presence swallowing the entire room. Luther sat right beside me, pressing a slow, possessive kiss to my ba

Zedekiah GreenMy phone vibrated while I was driving toward Crestwood Academy to pick up Liora.One of the soldiers had sent a message: she had left the school grounds and was now at a café two blocks away with the Kensington twins and their friend.Rage flared hot and sharp in my chest. She had broken one of the most important rules on her very first day.I pressed the accelerator harder. The engine roared as I sped through the streets, knuckles white on the steering wheel. Philip sat silently beside me, smart enough not to speak.When I stormed into the café, the bell above the door slammed violently against the glass. Conversations died instantly. The rich smell of coffee and pastries suddenly felt suffocating.