All Chapters of Core of Shadow : 60 Shades Of Pure Evil: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AvaThe black rose she threw into my palm felt heavy, like a warning from the grave. I stared at the card until the blood-red words blurred together.SEE YOU TONIGHT, AVA.IN THE LOCKER ROOM.Jaden brushed his hand against mine, warm and steady. "Don't go. This is a trap."I met his eyes, my voice shaking but firm. "I have to.""Ava...""I'm done hiding." The words tasted like steel on my tongue. I had spent days shrinking away from everything. Marcus's touch. The endless messages. The suffocating weight of my own mistakes. No more. "We end this tonight."Jaden studied my face for a long moment, worried clearly in his expression. Finally, he let out a sigh. "Fine. But if anything feels wrong, you run. No heroics. Promise me.""I promise."The gym looked like a tomb in the darkness. Every footstep echoed through the empty halls as we made our way inside. My heart pounded hard against my ribs when we reached the locker room door. The same door where everything had started.Jaden stay

LILAEvery bump in the dirt road sent jolts of pleasure-pain through my ass. The small plug Elias had left inside me refused to let me forget it was there. I gripped the seat, biting my lip hard to hold back the moans that kept trying to escape. My stepbrother drove like a man possessed, eyes flicking between the road and me. The serum was spreading deeper, turning every little movement into filthy electricity.We finally reached a hidden cabin deep in the woods. The second the doors locked, Elias set up his laptop to monitor the syndicate. I couldn’t sit still. I paced the small living room, my face burning, my hand unconsciously drifting back to press against the fullness in my ass.“Elias… this thing inside me,” I whispered, voice shaky. “It feels too full. But it also makes me tingle everywhere. What the hell did you put in me?”He pulled me to the couch, then led me to the bedroom. “Jeans off again.”I obeyed without thinking. The serum had me needy, aching, almost desperate.

LILAI stared at the stolen data glowing on the screen with Elias. The decision was clear: it was time to end this.Viktor, the syndicate boss, was holed up in his sleek downtown tower. Thanks to the full dose of serum running through my veins, I felt unstoppable. My body was never tired. My senses were razor-sharp. I moved like a predator. We spent two days planning the hit, and when the night came, we slipped inside using fake IDs and Elias’s hacks.The tension was electric. We took out guards one by one. I handled two myself—silent, brutal, and efficient. The serum had changed me into something dangerous and beautiful. When we reached Viktor’s office, he raised a gun, but Elias put a bullet in his chest before he could fire. The man dropped, eyes wide. “Finally It was over. I laughed out loud. The syndicate was ours now. I screamed a little.”We drove to our new hidden penthouse on the edge of the city—real luxury this time. Floor-to-ceiling windows, soft lighting, and a massive

Lily POV I woke up choking on a mouthful of something thick and salty.My eyes snapped open. The room was dark, lit only by the low glow of a bedside lamp. My wrists were locked behind my back, chain tight around my ankles, and my legs forced wide apart on a huge bed. Cum dried in stiff lines across my face, my neck, my breasts. My clothes were gone again. Everything was gone except the leather collar around my throat and the heavy chain attached to it.Five masked men stood at the foot of the bed, watching me with those same hungry eyes from last night.The one with the tattoos grinned first.“Good morning, princess. You slept through the whole night. We made sure of that.”The gravel-voice guy stepped closer. “You’re ours now. Every hole, every scream, every drop of cum we can pull out of you. The bet didn’t end with ten minutes. It never ends.”I tried to sit up. My arms jerked in the chains. “Please… I have Lectures. I have a life. Let me go.”The shaved-head guy laughed and c

Elias POV The cell door clangs open and three sets of eyes pin me in place like I already belong to them. I stand there with my bedroll under one arm and the thin mattress rolled under the other. My new cell is bigger than the last one, two bunks high on each side, a metal toilet in the corner, and a narrow window that shows nothing but gray sky. The three men do not move. They just looked. The one in the middle sits on the lower bunk like it is a throne. Broad shoulders, dark hair cut short, a scar that runs from his left eyebrow down to his jaw. His eyes are the kind that measure distance and threat at the same time. Next to him leans a younger guy with ink crawling up both arms, restless fingers tapping against his thigh. The third one stands by the sink, drying his hands on a towel that looks cleaner than anything I have seen in months. He is leaner, sharper around the edges, and he watches me the way a man watches a door that might open the wrong way. “Name,” the