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A hand caught my elbow. I spun around, my fist balled. "Easy, Ethan." It was Noah. He looked like he’d been through a war. His tuxedo was shredded, and he had a bandage over his eye. "The book," Noah whispered. "The one you gave me. The press is going crazy. They’re already at Reed’s townhouse." "It was a decoy, Noah." Noah blinked. "A decoy? Then where—" "It doesn't matter." I looked at him. "Go home, Noah. Take Sophia. Get out of the city. Don't look back."

I’m physically exhausted and breathing hard, but thеrе’ѕ nо way I’m gіvіng іn. Thе chokehold I mаnаgе to fіrm uр wіll soon ѕtор him brеаthіng еnоugh fоr hіm tо раѕѕ оut. I tіghtеn mу grip. Mу wrіѕtѕ ache but I реrѕіѕt. Yоu’vе gоt tо tаkе whаt уоu wаnt іn this life оr іt’ll bе tаkеn frоm уоu.

I muttered under my breath. I slipped through the gap in the gates like a ghost. Another guard stood near the stone pillars of the driveway. He had his back to me as he cupped his hands to light a cigarette. The flame flickered, illuminating his face for a second. I didn't give him a chance to take a puff. I moved in fast, my boots silent on the gravel. I locked my arm around his throat in a brutal, crushing chokehold. He thrashed, his heels scuffing the gravel, his hands clawing at my suit sleeves. It took three agonizing minutes for him to fight for air before his body finally went limp. I dragged his dead weight into the thick bushes, clearing the path.

I wrap my left arm around her neck, pulling her tight against my chest in a deep chokehold. She thrashes, her heels kicking uselessly against my boots as she tries to dislodge from my grip, but I hold on. I lock my elbow down, squeezing her throat until her frantic movements turn slow and weak. Her eyes roll back, her hands dropping away from my arms as her breath cuts off completely. I lower her body to the floor, letting her slump against the bottom of the cell wall. A sharp shout echoes down the corridor outside. "Hey! What's going on in there?"

He stumbles back, dazed. Before I can catch my breath, two more rush me. I duck under a wild swing and drive my elbow into one of their ribs, hearing a satisfying crack. The other one grabs me from behind, locking his arms around my neck in a chokehold. I struggle for a moment, the pressure on my throat cutting off my air, but I manage to shift my weight, driving my heel into his knee. He yells in pain, his grip loosening just enough for me to break free.

I moved away from him and held toward the door but he blocked my path and before I knew what he was doing; he moved fast, arms extending as his hands wrapped around my neck. “Please,” was the only word that escaped my lips before his hands squeezed tightly around my throat in a choke hold. “Are you shouting at me?” he asked, all humor gone from his face. “Did you just call me dumb?” I tried to speak again but the pressure around my neck was so much that I couldn't even breathe properly.

Her outfit, or should I say lack thereof, was definitely going to make it difficult. She was the first to launch herself at me, but I predicted her movement and easily sidestepped. As she flew by, I hooked my arm around her neck and yanked her body to mine. She gasped at the unexpected action, and I quickly put her in a chokehold. Her small hands gripped my forearm, but I wasn’t about to let her go. Not until she surrendered to me. I applied a little pressure to her throat and could hear her gasping for air. I wasn’t cutting her airflow off completely, just enough so she would tap out.

All too soon just like before, he forced himself violently down her throat again. But her plan worked like a charm because he was too focused on trying to shove his dick down her mouth to notice that Amber’s right hand had slid his gun deep under the couch while her left hand reached for the knife Giovanni had given her. It was now or never as she was already feeling the effects of being choked again. Lazy Eye made another violent thrust filling up her throat and Amber struck. She stabbed him in the thigh as hard as she could.

I don’t squeeze it, I just hold it, to remind him who has the power. “How about you choke on it?” he growls, his voice laced with fury. Chuckling, I nod. “If you want, I’ll happily choke on it.” My hand slides into his gear, fingers wrapping around his cock. His body betrays him instantly, a sharp, choked sound escaping him before he clenches his jaw. His weight sinks against the lockers for just a second, and that’s all I need.

And she thinks she don't have any of those. Hearing her sigh deeply, Jace turn around and try to hold her hand. She quickly hid her hands in her back. Honestly, she is not ready to answer the people if they see her holding hands with their CEO.