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Next to him, he digs through a first aid kit. "Where'd that come from?" I ask curiously. "You forget we fight often?" he asks. He dabs my split lip with a cotton ball soaked in disinfectant. It stings, and I pull away. “Keep still,” he mutters, hand grabbing my chin to keep it in place. I don't reply as I sit there, struggling not to shift in his lap. His thighs are warm under mine, and are so strong. I stare at his biceps, the shadows defining his strength makes my mouth water. He could definitely pick me up with no problem.

Fear coursed through my veins as I pleaded with him to let me go. "Lucas, please, you're hurting me," I whispered, my voice trembling. But Lucas seemed unaffected by my pleas. Instead, he grabbed me with both hands, his grip now encompassing my wrists. The pain intensified, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. "You deserve more pain than this," he growled, his voice filled with anger. "I hate women who don't listen." I tried to free myself from his grasp, but his hold was too strong. Panic consumed me as I realized I was trapped, at his mercy. I had never seen this side of Lucas before, and it terrified me.

The house began to sink, the bodies began to fall in and disappear. David didn’t back down from a fight. He’d want to face me. But being injured means all bets are off, when you’re desperate self preservation is all you care about. “Holy shit,” Dough said. Fire balls began to spit out of the ground like lava, this was a horror movie on steroids. I balled my hands into fists. “FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN,” I yelled. His laughter filled the air again, maniacal. I swirled around, wishing I had eyes in the back of my head. Murphy came to my side, and we floated back to back.

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

If Connor McLeod is trouble, then yeah. I’m probably already screwed.

Luca shook his head again. "I marry his daughter, and he'll keep the evidence to himself. If | don't, he'll send the photos to Romano, and you'll die," I had an excellent private security force. They were well-trained, professional, and morally flexible enough to deal with intruders in a way that dissuaded future intruders from crossing me. However, there was a difference between security and punishment and war with the fucking mafia. Luca's eyes widened. "Shit." He rubbed a hand over his face. "Dante, I–"

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“Is that… what I think it is?” Elena groaned. “Clara—” “That’s her, isn’t it?” Clara whispered, eyes wide. “Scarlett. The mafia queen. The owner of Club Vixen.” Elena said nothing. Clara grinned. “I remember the other night now. That’s who you’ve been thinking about.” Elena’s face turned crimson. “Clara, stop.” “Oh my God, girl,” Clara teased, taking a sip of her drink. “No wonder you were staring like you saw a ghost. She looks even more dangerous in daylight.”