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the woman replied leaning closer “what matters is that you stop asking questions. Those files you’re looking for are dangerous and some people would kill just to secure those files for themselves.” Vanessa’s eyes hardened. “And you’re here to warn me huh?” “I’m here to survive,” the woman said simply. “Just like you so keep your eyes wide open and trust no one.” Damien’s voice was a whisper in her ear “well, that’s ominous.” Vanessa nodded slightly. “I have handled worse so you need to keep your distance while watching every one of them.” The woman vanished into the crowd before Vanessa could ask another question. Jacob stepped closer, voice low “Vanessa…”

Something else. Something more dangerous. A woman who had chosen her path—and dared the world to try and stop her.

“I mean it. Please stay.” And as I looked into his eyes, I realized… This was dangerous. The fact I wanted to stay was dangerous. My desires were dangerous.

I was always in control of my emotions, but now I felt like I was losing my grip. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming urge to find the woman again. I stood up abruptly, and began to search for her around the club. But she was nowhere to be found. I felt a surge of disappointment and anger, and I found myself walking towards the window looking out for her. I found her in the dance floor, dancing with some unknown girl, laughing and smiling happily as her body moved to the rhythm of the music. Her smile was captivating, exposing her front row of teeth, and I felt the sudden urge to have it all to myself. My fist clenched, wishing I was the one dancing with her. The music suddenly changed to that

"No. But unlike you, I handle things rationally even when I'm mad, and Lily is not a regular woman; she is my wife, and you can trust Samantha's life in her hands, and if you were following the discussion, you would know that they are sisters and Lily will not try anything to hurt her. Lily is bringing your woman home. Can you put yourself together? "I can't." I drag at my hair. "I can't wait here and do nothing. This woman, why do bad things keep coming in between us?" I pace at the entrance to the mansion. "Security, check the gate." "There's nobody there." The security man answers from where he is sitting without bothering to stand up. "Would you fucking stand up and check that gate?" I m

He yanked me back and held me against his bike, his torso pressing against my chest, the soft hum of the bike vibrating against my thigh as the wind hit me softly, sending chills which contrasted with the anger brewing in me. “Because, Jordan,” he drawled teasingly, like he was enjoying the game he created. “You still don't get it, do you? You don't get the fact that you're in LEA, and moving about freely on those pretty legs of yours is dangerous, Firefox. You think smiling and laughing with everyone is safe? Fuck that, Jordan,” he spat non-stop. “No one here is nice. No one likes you. Everyone has skulls in their fucking cupboard and is a wolf in sheep's clothing. Don't fall for them, Prin

I wanted to push her against the wall and bury my face between her thighs until she screamed. Goddamn, this girl is dangerous. I knew her type. Beatrice was like that. The kind of women that slowly pulled you in until you lost sight of anything else. I called them the sirens. And I wasn’t wrong, if anything, her eyes showed it. “For God’s sake, woman,” I said with a low chuckle, trying to hide how hard I was getting. “Stop biting your lip like that and say something.” “I—I got lost.” I raised an eyebrow, still holding her close. “Indeed.”

He wasn't fast enough. Ruby's eyes had gone dark, something feral flickering behind them as she crossed the room in three quick strides and seized a fistful of the woman's hair. "Looks like you need a mirror," she said, voice deceptively pleasant, "to see who the real slut here is." The slap that followed rang out loud enough to silence the entire room. "Ruby, let her go," Lance said, though there was no real urgency in it. She didn't. The second slap followed the first, then a third, each one landing with the same precise, controlled fury, until the woman's cheek had begun to bruise beneath her palm's repeated strikes.

“Listen to me.” Even though he couldn’t see her, he could reach her with his words, the force of his will. “You know we don’t have a choice. I’m gonna be right in front of you every moment, and you’re not gonna stop no matter what happens.” He kept his voice harsh, authoritative. “If something happens to me, you don’t stop, you keep going. You keep fucking going until you get down the stairs and out to where the guys will be waiting for you. Now take a deep breath, and when I squeeze your hand, you hold all that air in because I’m going to open this door and get us the fuck outta here.”

THE STRUGGLE WAS REAL. With her breath stuck in her lungs and her head in the dark, she attempted to escape the powerful grasp. She threw her elbow, hoping for it to hit something. She kicked her trembling legs, wishing for it to hit something sensitive—somewhere between those manly legs tangling with hers as she tried to run. Get off! Get..." "Oh, you wouldn't want to hit that part, Cara. That would be your loss." Her knee stiffened in an instant. She recognized that voice. There was only one man in this world who could talk to her with such dangerous calmness and yet make her skin tingle like it just got licked by a flame. 'C-caro?'