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I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

He placed them on the oak table with a dull thud that seemed to awaken the room. "I thought the silence might be starting to gnaw at the edges of your sanity," said Cedrik, observing her from the other side of the room. "Humans tend to wilt without stimulation. I brought something to occupy your hours, since your tongue seems more interested in insulting me than in giving me the information my mother demands." Freya approached the table cautiously, as if the books might contain some magical lupine trap. She touched the spine of one of them—a treatise on the history of the First Ages—and felt the texture of the parchment paper.

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She drank it and ordered another and somewhere around the second glass something in her shoulders released that she had not known was still locked. "Tell me something," Freya started and leaned in. "Something that has nothing to do with courts or ex-husbands or custody. Tell me something about yourself that existed before all of that." Elena thought about it. This was what she actually needed. Something that centered on her person rather than everyone around her. "I used to read," she said. "Actual books. Long ones. I would start on a Friday evening and finish by Sunday, and Marcus used to say it was antisocial." She paused. "I have not finished a book in two years."

Well, now it was time to do something even more audacious than leaving work early. She took the small package out of the handbag and tore open the wrapping. The little book she unveiled made her hands shake and her lips quiver with excitement and anticipation. ‘The Further Forbidden Escapades of Fanny Firth’ typed in bold on the cover sent a few shivers down her back and a pleasant throb between her thighs. Doris couldn’t wait; she dropped down on her bed and opened the book with breathless exhilaration. ‘So there I was again, wondering how it was that this kept on happening to me. Was there a magnetic convergence all around me, attracting all the things that were always so scandalous and wa

Did someone from her side betray her again? As she continued to read, Sherly's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she absorbed the gravity of the accusations leveled against her. She felt like she wanted to vomit, like her heart was going to go out of her throat. The document painted her as a figure of fear and intimidation, a person capable of unspeakable acts of violence and retribution.

I will not fight. But in the silence of this fortress of glass and steel, a small cold flame has ignited. A prey's vigilance. A fear that knows its predator. And I wonder, looking at the closed door of our apartments, not if there is another woman, but if the truth would be worse. If the other woman is only a detail in a bloody balance sheet. And how long before the perfectly smooth and icy floor of our gilded hell cracks, revealing the abyss that awaits us both. ---

But I'd rather die on my own terms than at the hands of the Mafia. Without hesitation, I took the leap of faith, plummeting towards the ground with a sense of freedom I'd never known before. ~~~~ This is Garvin's (The Reaper's) and Sage's love story. If you liked You Broke Me First, then try out this story. I promise it has more plot twists, interesting characters, suspense and good background story. Book title: The Reaper's Prey. ~~~~ Excerpt. I thought I was free from the grips of Frederick, the man who caused me so much pain, but little did I know he would come knocking on my door the next moment.

“How’s the pain?” “I’ll live.” I grunted as I picked up the books she had dropped to distract myself from the pain of her checking over my injuries. “I found those on Stephanie’s bookshelf.” She chuckled. “Thought you could use something to keep you busy. I picked that one because the author has my name.” I looked more closely at the books she had brought, chuckling when I saw that one was titled ‘The Rogue Queen’ by Rory McCauley-Hayman. I waved the second book titled ‘Breaking The Bond’, in the air.

The ancient library was a tomb of forgotten knowledge, its towering shelves heavy with dust and the faint metallic tang of old paper. Freya had always preferred the night shift. The quiet wrapped around her like a lover’s cloak, letting the shy 24-year-old lose herself in books rather than people. Her pale skin glowed under the dim lamps, dark curls framing wide green eyes that hid a secret restlessness--a hunger she didn’t yet understand. But only 'Yet' Tonight, the storm outside howled against the tall windows. Lightning flashed as she carried a stack of restricted occult volumes toward the back. A presence filled the air, cold and ancient, making the hairs on her neck rise.