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What those evil people did was so cruel to people who had never done evil to good people. My parents weren't perfect and often made mistakes, but they never did injustice to good people. Our relationship with the Blood River Pack was good. Then what drove Devon to do all this? What did my parents do to him? "Hmm," Mom muttered, wolfing down her food. "Who made this dish? It's so good!" "Future daughter-in-law, Mom," I replied, giving a hint. "She rarely cooks. So, we made it while watching video tutorials on the internet. This should be my lunch."

I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor picking bits of wet newspaper off my arms, laughing at the last eruption that shot half a foot higher than expected and rained red droplets on Damien’s hair. He looks like a very grumpy, very hot murder victim. “Absolutely not,” he says, scooping Eden off the chair before he can dump the entire bottle of vinegar himself. “Three eruptions is the limit. Science has rules.” Eden pouts, then immediately switches tactics, wrapping his arms around Damien’s neck. “Pleeeease, Daddy? One more?” I stand up, brushing my hands on Damien’s abandoned T-shirt I’m still wearing. “How about we clean up, eat pie, and then watch that new dinosaur movie Eden’s been begging

Piero stated. Demarr knew how important it all was to him, so she didn’t argue. She only nodded and put on the television. - “So, they don’t maltreat you? They treat you okay?” Natalia asked looking at her daughter. “Uh, that is relative. To other humans, they probably won’t see it as the best conditions, but to demons, it is. I get my own room, good food and access to the library.” Delilah shrugged. “How do you know that the food is good and that they’ve not been poisoning you?” Natalia was skeptical.

Yet about the time that she opens her mouth to decline is the same time that Hunter comes over to Adam and tugs on his shirt. “Yeah, buddy?” Adam asks the child with a big smile. “Liam says you got a dungeon here in your castle! Is he lying?” Hunter asks Adam with a serious frown. “He's not lying to you. I do have a dungeon. It's right below us.” Hunter's eyes go wide as saucer plates and his mout forms an astonished 'oh' for a moment before the excitement sets in. He bounces up and down on his heels begging, “Can I please see it? Please?”

There would be a dripping sound, a dank, putrid smell, a dirt or concrete floor, a chill that wouldn’t leave the air, and heavy chains. He’d not bothered to disabuse her of that notion. The scarier the dungeon was to her, the easier it would be to get her cooperation. In reality, the dungeon was none of those things. If what he’d been told by the servants who had gone to get her belongings was true, the dungeon was nicer than her apartment in the city had been. It was done in black and a tasteful deep red with occasional splashes of other colors like purples and greens and yellows. It had been an inside joke with his previous submissives that the dungeon was the color of death, blood, and br

Swallowing my disgust, I walked past him because he was staring at my butt. The dungeon was a secret hell, and I wondered what I was doing here in the first place. The air grew chill, and it was a death maze of dead-end pits and traps. A very horrible place. I retched at the smell of death, and my fear grew thick as cloth in this place. My nose wrinkled with disgust at the bat droppings that I stepped on.

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

“No more, disgusting food for me.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. Dillion wasn’t the best cook, and although he tried, he just didn’t fit the criteria when it comes to being a chief. I don’t understand how, but one time, he almost burnt his parents house down, when he tried boiling water. WHO DOES THAT!? “You’re not going to eat Dillions, food. Not on my watch.” I said with a grin, as I tapped her adorable little nose. “Wow. Good day today.” She said, “Good day.” She again added at the end.