All Chapters of CLAIMED IN THE DARK : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

 The knife sank deep into Marco's back with a sickening sound that echoed in the small closet. Marco's body jerked hard. His eyes went wide with shock and pain. He let out a low, broken gasp that turned into a wet cough. Blood bubbled from his mouth as he collapsed forward, his weight falling onto Cove. The gun slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. The air in the closet grew thick with the smell of blood and sweat. The thin line of light from under the door cast long shadows across the three men, making everything look like a nightmare. Eli stood over his brother, the knife still in his hand. His fingers were covered in warm, sticky blood. His whole body started to tremble. He looked down at Marco's back, at the knife handle sticking out, and the realization hit him like a wave. He had just stabbed his own brother. He had crossed a line he could never come back from. The man who had raised him, the man who

 Cove’s touch became the only thing that mattered. Eli lay on the large bed in the master bedroom, the sheets cool against his fevered skin. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp that cast long shadows across the walls. Cove hovered over him, his body warm and solid, his storm-gray eyes locked on Eli’s face with fierce determination. The platinum collar sat heavy around Eli’s neck, a constant reminder of who he belonged to now. Cove’s injured shoulder was bandaged, but he ignored the pain as his hands moved with purpose, sliding down Eli’s chest, over his stomach, and lower, pressing and teasing in ways that made Eli’s breath catch. “Stay with me,” Cove murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Feel my fingers right here. Feel how your body responds to me. The guilt can wait. The memories can wait. Right now, it’s just us.” 

Eli stared at the silent laptop screen, his heart hammering in his chest. The audio feed from Lena’s earpiece had gone dead after Matteo’s cold laugh. The words still rang in his ears. “Taking something precious from Cove Voss.” Lena was gone. Captured in that underground club. The war had just taken one of their own.Cove stood beside him, completely still. His storm-gray eyes had gone flat and cold, like ice over deep water. No shouting. No punching walls. Just a quiet, calculated fury that made the air in the penthouse feel heavier. He picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number. “Get every available man ready,” he said into the receiver, his voice low and even. “Lena is down. Matteo Caruso has her. We move in one hour.”Eli turned to him, his hands shaking slightly on the keyboard. “Cove, we need to be smart. He wants us angry. He wants us to rush in blind.”Cove placed the phone down and looked at Eli. His face showed nothing, but his eyes burned. “I know. That is why I a

 Cove froze mid-step, one foot suspended in the air as the drone feed on Eli’s screen went completely black. The warehouse around him felt alive with danger. Old meat hooks swayed gently from the high ceiling, creaking in the cold draft. The concrete floor was stained dark with years of blood and oil. Invisible lasers crisscrossed the space at ankle, knee, and chest height. One wrong move and the motion sensors would trigger the explosives rigged throughout the entire building. The air smelled of rust, dust, and faint gun oil from the team’s weapons. Cove’s heart beat steady but hard in his chest. His injured shoulder burned under the tactical vest, but he kept his breathing even. Eli’s voice came through the earpiece, urgent but controlled. “Cove, the drone jammed. I lost the visual. Do not move. I am switching to audio. I can hear the frequency hum of the proximity sensors. I will guide you by sou

 Eli’s voice exploded through the earpiece like a gunshot of its own. “Eli” did not shout his name. He screamed a warning. “Cove! Do not shoot! He is rigged with a heart monitor! If you kill him the bombs go off right now!” Cove’s gun was already aimed at Matteo’s head. The warehouse lights were low, just enough to see the faces of the men holding Matteo. Lena stood behind Cove, still rubbing her wrists, her face pale but steady. The team waited in tense silence, weapons ready. Matteo stood in the center of the room, the detonator switch still in his hand. His smile was thin and dangerous. Cove’s finger tightened on the trigger. “Stand down, Matteo. Lena is free. The ports stay ours. Drop the switch.” Matteo laughed, the sound sharp and ugly. “No. You think you can just walk in and take everything? I killed my father. I wi