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Again, the engine gave a weak sound but refused to start. She squeezed her eyes shut. Please, just this once. On the third try, the engine roared to life. Relief flooded her, but it was short-lived. The sudden, loud noise had given away her location. “She’s at the car!” Driver yelled. Hema’s eyes snapped up to see Nina and her driver turning toward her. Her pulse skyrocketed. Reverse! Which one is reverse?! Her frantic eyes darted to the gear shift, scanning the letters until she spotted the R. Without wasting another second, she slammed the gear into reverse and pressed the pedal.

Immediately, the potential Duke gave an upside down smile, confirming his acceptance to the deal. Warthogs were not an easy sight in this part of the country. However, it seemed things were turning out to be on Earl's side. He nuzzled his gun, aiming at the giant beast it took over ten minutes to find. Smiling, he placed a finger slowly on the trigger, ready to pull and be superior to Philip for seven whole days. Somehow though, he forgot that things weren't all that easy in life. The Marquess caught sight of his opponent a few feet away, aiming at the exact warthog he had found, trying to STEAL his price.

I smiled when his hand went to my stomach, caressing it with pride and admiration that there was life growing. “I promised I would destroy the world for you. And I am. Anything to keep my fire.” Damiano whispered, still looking at my stomach, feeling enchanted by it before he looked at me with a beautiful smile on his lips. He did promise me, and not once had he failed to keep his promise. After all, Damiano was a man of his word. He was my villain, and… “My Devil.” I whispered with a soft smile, and a mischievous look appeared on his face.

“No! I mean— yes, food, great— but first I have to show you something.” He raised a brow. “What?” “Just come with me, okay?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed his hand, tugged him up like an overexcited puppy, and ran. I led him all the way to my room and practically threw him into my chair while I booted up the screen. With a grin I couldn’t hold back, I clicked open the file labeled: “VANE: Deluxe Fuckboy Edition 🗃️💣” “I got everything.” I said breathlessly. “The DMs, the sketchy payments, the burner accounts, crypto trails, hotel logs, secret OnlyFans subscriptions— everything.”

Hola beautiful people, I hope you enjoyed the story of Adele and Decker. The next book in VENGEANCE SERIES is: BOOK 1: THE DEVIL'S TRAP BOOK 2: SAMSON-MAFIA AND HIS THERAPIST. Here is the blurb of next book: A kiss in the mist of danger changed everything... When mafia darling, Margarita, began interning as a therapist to escape her past, she found herself working with an insomnia patient that would change her future.

Behind her, Lucian reversed and gunned it back up the ramp to draw the SUV away. She counted every breath. One… two… heartbeat… Three… Four… Gunshots above. She dropped to a crouch beside a matte-black Dodge Charger. Her hands went for the visor—nothing. “Of course,” she muttered. No time to curse. She pulled her hairpin free, straightened it, and jammed it into the ignition as she slid under the steering column. “Come on, come on…” Above her, faint echoes of shouts and more gunfire. The second SUV had joined the first.

He was a mafia boss and a devil- nothing more than that. I had barely taken two steps into the reception after him when the door opened again and the driver guy appeared. The only difference between his outfit and the devil’s was his navy blue suit. His black hair was held back in a small bun, which was odd, considering his harsh expression. As he walked past me, I saw that he was a bit taller than my dad but not as tall as his boss. He was around Jason’s 6.1” height. How tall is this devil?

The pleasure built like a storm, coiling tight in my belly. But he wasn't done teasing. He withdrew his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean, his eyes locked on mine. The sight made me throb. Then he knelt between my legs, his breath hot against my skin as he leaned in. His tongue flattened against my pussy, lapping from entrance to clit in one long, sensual stroke. I cried out, fingers fisting in his hair. He devoured me, sucking my clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling relentlessly while his hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him.

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It was a lovely place and had always been my favorite. "Oh, oh," Alessa's voice brought me back to reality. "Look who's coming over there." We looked through the window; three cars were parking. One was a red Ferrari, another a black Audi, and the last one a gray Homer. Kanael stepped out of the Ferrari, Basael from the black Audi, and, obviously, Afael from the Homer. Great.