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I whisper, grabbing the man’s shirt and pulling him to me. When our mouths meet, excitement mixed with danger rush through me, spurring me forward as my need to explore that danger continued until I’m drowning. “Fuck, darling,” the man groans as I start to undo his pants. “I figured you were bold, but don’t you know how dangerous what you’re doing is?” “I do,” I assure him, pulling his pants down and then moving for the boxers. “But I like danger.” “Even if that danger could end up ruining you?”

Marcus said, but his voice had the ring of a promise already in danger. They were right. We weren’t safe. And yet, standing in that room with the woman’s presence like frost on the window, I felt an odd, fierce exhilaration. The whole thing was dangerous — intoxicatingly dangerous — and I’d burned so many lines to get here that running away was not a habit I could return to easily. “Okay,” I said at last, my voice steadier than I felt. “We go. But we go on our terms.” The woman’s eyes sharpened. “Good luck.” Then she stepped aside, and the three of us moved like shadows toward the door, toward whatever waited in the hallway, toward the next thing that would either destroy us or set us free.

Sophia didn't move, her eyes wide with fear and confusion as she stared at the knife so close to her face. Mrs Sophia's breath caught, but she didn't hesitate. With a surge of adrenaline, she twisted sharply, freeing herself from the man's grip. Before he could react, she drove her elbow into his ribs, forcing a grunt of pain as he stumbled backwards... The man rapidly regained his balance, his face contorted in fury. He charged at Mrs. Sophia, swinging wildly. One punch struck her shoulder, but Mrs Sophia didn’t falter. "You've messed with the wrong person," she retorted, her voice steady and fierce. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

She said and took a deep breath. "I do not know where Regan is. If I did, I would have assassinated him so I could have peace, but he is dangerous and wicked. I cannot tell you the things the man has done. I am afraid of him. I thought your father could protect me, but I was wrong. He will quickly hand me over to protect Luke," she said and continued to weep. I honestly did not know what to say. She might not have given Caleb the correct answers, but the woman was hurting too. Why didn't she talk to her husband about her feelings? It was clear she was only saying what she wanted Caleb to know. The woman was a can of worms.

“That bastard touched my woman. I had to teach him how to keep his hands to himself.” “By beating him up?” The man yelled. “What brought your “woman” here in the first place? This is a sex club - the most dangerous club in all of Boston. Anyone coming here should know what they were getting themselves into, and for her to have come here… don’t you think she doesn’t deserve to be called your woman?” “Shut that pussy you call a mouth before I help you with it, dimwit!” Axel warned. “Who owns this club?” he demanded.

"We will be consumed by our own hatred! Alpha, please, she should not die. Protect us!" These were the words I kept catching from different lips as the women wailed and screeched while the men groaned. I was confused. Jake was less concerned, and the third guy with us was the only one serious about what we came here for, as he blended and kept checking on their security level at every point. "Hey, you don't seem disturbed. Her death will bring an eternal curse that will wipe us away. No one is safe, including you!" A middle-aged woman shouted at Jake, who only snorted and turned to me with a snigger.

The woman questioned, startling her. She slowly placed her hands forward, both curious and somehow nervous. The woman took her hand. While Rose was careful so the woman wouldn’t try anything dangerous to her, instead the woman had gently touched her hand, her fingers pressed over the fleshy part of her palm but she hadn’t done anything that appeared suspicious. She began to hum, “You are in danger, miss.” Rose looked at the woman who smiled as she knew how her words sound absurd. “I am?” Rose questioned, entertaining the woman. “How am I in danger?”

I swallow hard as the woman with fiery red hair lands gracefully on the ground, her presence like a spark in the growing darkness around me. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat a reminder of how unsafe I feel despite everything. Out of the frying pan and into the fire—that’s what this is. I cling tightly to Asher’s frame, my fingers trembling as the woman strides up to me with a predatory grace.

"Because I'm trying to figure out how one woman gets more dangerous every time someone tries to kill her." She stilled, not big, but enough. Her fingers curled on the table edge. The mist got thicker around her boots reactive. It's interesting. Lyra turned to face me. For a second queen slipped. Enough to see the woman under. Not weak, never just real, tired and heavy.. Shes standing anyway. "You think I'm dangerous now?" It's quiet and almost curious. I stepped closer not touching. Close enough it meant something. "Yes." It's no lie, no show, the truth.

The woman opined, as if reading her thoughts. "Ha..and how am I going to know that?" She asked with a sarcastic laugh. " I don't know. You just have to trust me. There's no time." The woman answered, taking off her eyes from Emma for the first time since the conversation, and looking in front of her, perhaps to know if someone was coming. " Trust you? That's a strong word." Emma retorted, leaving the door knob, and folding her arms across her chest. " I know. But you just have to. You're in danger. And there's no much time." The woman mentioned, returning her steel blue eyes back to Emma who scrunched her face at her statement, while thinking that her eyes were now glistening.