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“They want us exposed, divided.” I swallowed the knot tightening in my stomach. “Then we don’t give them what they want. We stick together. We watch each other’s backs.” Damien’s hand brushed mine, a silent promise. “No matter what, I’m with you.” We pressed forward, the trees thinning as we neared a clearing marked by scorched earth and shattered stone—signs of another brutal attack. The stench of burnt flesh lingered, and my stomach clenched. Our enemies were ruthless, but this was something else. This was calculated cruelty designed to break us down, piece by piece.

And I had met his father - only just once - and I knew what his father was made of. What was I thinking? That I could kill him because he broke my heart? This plan was stupid in the first place. I had acted in a moment of fury. My eyes did a discreet roll while I was tucked away in the camera's dead zone. What the hell was I thinking? Didn't I know the implications of applying emotions to every action? DING DONG. "Shit!" My eyes skated to the door, and that of Devon. It looked like he would shit in his robe.

For a heartbeat, no one moves. Rain hammers the pavement. Thunder rolls somewhere in the distance. Aria can’t even breathe. Matteo. Matteo has their baby. Her knees nearly buckle. Luca doesn’t blink. Doesn’t flinch. He stands there — absolutely still — as the storm has frozen around him. “Repeat it,” he says quietly, though his voice vibrates with something dangerous. Lucia swallows. “Two men claimed they had authorization. They used the board’s clearance. But their exit wasn’t logged. Matteo must have sent them.”

I shivered as his hot breath brushed against my neck. I instinctively took a step back. The sinister smirk on his lips made my heart pound heavily in my chest. "And in return, I will take something precious from you." I gulped, knowing he doesn't mean my virginity. Then what? "Something precious?" He nodded. "You will lose something you will claim as yours, yet never truly own. You will be shattered... broken beyond repair, yet unable to do anything about it. You won’t bleed, but the pain will hurt thousands of times more than everything you have suffered before."

what? Old man "The man said with a smirk plastered on his face " I swear to God,if you don't leave him, I'll kill you" my dad shouted at him, that's the spirit I love the tough side of him, not the vulnerable side that is in front of me. Then I heard the man laughing Hysterically like someone who has Lost his sanity "WOW old man, despite being in this pitiable situation, you still have the guts to talk like that, oh man I kinda admire your tough attitude, it really amaze me" the man said while grinning, the kind of grin that would forever etch at my memory, then man in black immediately took my mum in a tight grip like pointing the gun my dad, that was when the panicK state that has recent

I moved closer to the bed, my fingers lightly brushing the edge as I studied him again. He looked… peaceful. Too peaceful. Like he was sleeping. Not like someone fighting for his life. I hated that. Marcus came back faster than I expected. A thick file in his hands. “Everything we have,” he said, handing it to me. I took it without a word. Didn’t thank him. Didn’t look at Aiden. I just opened it. At first glance… It was perfect. Clean notes. Detailed observations. Structured reports. Every page exactly where it should be.

I draw close, my lips inches from her ear, so close that I can feel the hairs on her cheek, her scent of wild heather and clean rage, her fury pouring over me like a flame, the electricity between us a live wire, a spark of violence and raw passion. "Intelligence is knowing when to fight, and when to kneel," I murmur, my voice low, savage, for her alone. "A brute wins the battle, little wolf." I sweep my thumb over the broken edge of her scar, a reminder of our beginning, of blood between us. "But a King wins the war. You have yet to learn the difference."

The image of those rogues that wanted to attack Evelyn was still very vivid in my mind, well I wasn't even sure I could say that it took me a while looking at their dismembered and damaged bodies to even realize that they were people in the first place the way her wolf had thorn them apart like ribbons… The raw brutality that it was capable of was formidable and worrisome, it was not simply satisfying getting back at the enemy, I needed to completely obliterate them as much as possible. When I saw the claw marks on the bodies it was easy to tell that there had not been any hesitation in inflicting them with pain, in fact, it had been done with such eagerness that it was bone-chilling.

He has a bright red mark on his face and even like that, he is behaving like an entitled brat. “I think it’s only fair that he works for us now and stops working for them, he is one of us now,” he says, and I feel Theodore move, but Elliot keeps him in place. My hand is still on his as his grip is tighter now on my hand. “Fuck you, I’m not signing that shit,” Theodore says and Killian nods his head.

There’s something ѕо carelessly brutаl, killing for ѕаtіѕfасtіоn lіkе cats, kіllіng fоr fun аnd profit. I pull оut рhоtоѕ оf the tор guуѕ іn hіѕ organization; thеу’rе a mіxturе of whіtе, black аnd Lаtіnо, a ruthlеѕѕ line-up of murderers аnd pimps. Thіѕ іѕ mу way in. Onе оf thеѕе fасеѕ wіll сrасk аnd ѕріll thе goods. All I’ve gоttа dо is gеt thеm at the rіght tіmе and рlасе.