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Kade better hurry up on his end, or I’m going to burn this place to the ground with all of them inside. “You? You think you’re going to take down the empire I’ve created? That’s rich, really. Even with all your money, there isn’t anything you can do that Scotland Yard and MI-6 haven’t already tried. Even that flash drive you stole from my business is useless, so I would be careful what threats you want to throw out there,” Duncan warns, taking a step closer to me.

Even as he slammed into her at last, plunging her into whimpering ecstasy, even as he pushed her toward the limit again and again, as his teeth bore into her bottom lip and he pounded every scrap of thought and fear out of her, she felt the difference. This was lovemaking. Rough, dominating. Real. “You’re mine, Raven,” he hissed, exploding through her with another hard thrust. His hot balls squeezed against her as he bottomed out, filling her, Owning her. She knew what that meant now, fully: she was part of his empire. And what was his was precious to him. Not simple possession—but value. “I’m yours,” she gasped, almost crying around the need to cum. “I’m—arghh—yours…”

"Miss Isabella, I was wrong. I was a bastard. I deserve to die. Please, spare me…" "I'll give you two choices," I said, cutting him off. "First, take all your ledgers and the list of your core members, leave Sicelia, and never let me see you again." Hope flickered in his eyes. "Second," I said, standing up and walking toward him, looking down at him from above, "I have my people return every favor you showed me back then. One by one." The color drained from his face. "I… I choose the first. I choose the first."

“You have children making an oath when they have no idea what they’re even making the oath to.” She knew this tone. Instantly, she bristled, but kept her voice calm and controlled. “Does that bother you?” “It explains a lot.” “And what’s that supposed to mean.” He didn’t answer, and a hot prickle of defensive anger crawled over her skin. He hated everything. He hated the Empire, hated the Emperor, hated the people, hated everything that wasn’t his. Well, not everything was about him.

We were fighting it the way we loved each other. With violence. With precision. With inevitability. With a bond reckless enough to reshape kingdoms. And God help anyone who stood in the path of a story like that. Because empires crumble. But storms with names? Those live forever.

“It means we just moved from nuisance to chapter heading. That makes them more dangerous. It also means burning us isn’t the only option on their table anymore.” “You really think they care about anything but force?” a dockworker near the front called out. “I think they care about force, and meaning,” Ethan said. “Empires run on stories as much as soldiers. If the story is ‘Dominion razes the city that tried to fight without killing,’ that scares other cities into silence for a while. But it also plants a question they don’t want planted. If we survive, we become proof there’s another way to be strong. They don’t like questions they didn’t write.”

I knew what was Emperor was doing, “I think I know what Emperor is doing, back around 2012 Emperor and his one of DarkMario2’s creations named Solaris did the unthinkable, silencing the community after that Emperor used the Killswitch to destroy Inkopolis, the fusion of Inkopolis Plaza, Inkopolis Square and Splatsville. That’s why Inkopolis was inhabitable, now Emperor leaves and I know why, he’s going to atone for what he has done back thirty-two years ago, he’s going to face the actions of his past and if possible seek forgiveness but it's going to be risky for him, why? Because he’s facing this alone. Emperor was located on top of the a building that was part of the Inkopolis Tower overlo

RAFAEL POV "Fuck pappi, I want you to ruin me," the client’s deep voice filled the corner of the VIP room. "I’m going to ruin you if you slap some cash on my ass," I said, grinding my hips against his, my fingers wrapped at the base of his shaft. He did not wait, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a stack of hundred-dollar bills. He did not count them. He brought his hand down hard, slapping the cash straight onto my bare butt cheek.

“She loved you. And you let her bleed out. You let her die alone.” Enzo’s eyes glittered, cruel and unrepentant. “And still—here you are. Alive. Stronger. You’re welcome.” Something inside me cracked. I staggered back, the folder slipping from my fingers to the floor. The sound of papers scattering filled the silence between us. “I hate you,” I spat, my voice shaking with fury. “I hate your empire. I hate the blood that ties us. You’re a monster.” He leaned back in his chair, utterly unmoved, sipping his drink like I’d just sung him a lullaby. “And yet—you are mine. My blood. My heir. You’ll see one day that I was right.”

Santoro looked between us with the quiet satisfaction of a man watching an experiment yield exactly the results he expected. “I hear she’s precious to you,” he said. I kept my eyes on him. Not her. Him. “What do you want Santoro.” “You know what I want.” “Say it.” He tilted his head. “Your empire. Your territory. Your networks in Milan, Rome, and the north.” He said it simply, like he was listing items on a shopping list. “Sign it over. All of it. And walk away.” “And if I don’t.” He glanced at Nina. Just briefly. Just enough.