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“You want revenge, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Then become stronger.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Welcome to hell, kid.” --- Meanwhile… Theodore Steele The office was in chaos. Theodore paced furiously, his sharp eyes scanning the surveillance footage on the large monitors. “Find him.” His voice was low but filled with lethal intent. Butler James hesitated. “Sir, we’ve searched all the hospitals and transport stations. There’s no sign of him.”

"Let's get this over with." ***

“But at least I admit what I want. You hide behind this pathetic act of a man scorned, but the truth is, you can’t stand the idea of her moving on.” His jaw tensed, but instead of lashing back, he smirked. “Touché. But obsession is what wins, Rhea. Obsession is what keeps us hungry. And hunger is what gets results.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own dark thoughts. The bar around them buzzed with laughter and chatter, oblivious to the venom dripping from the booth in the back. On the screen, the news anchor concluded the segment with a sharp line:

He looks at me, his eyes searching mine. “Are you ready for this?” he asks, his voice low. “I’ve never been more ready. She took our mother from us, Orion. She took Camellia and now Osiris and nearly destroyed our family. It’s time we showed them what happens when you fuck with the Leonettis.” Orion cracks a small, humorless smile. “Damn right.” We spend the next few hours in preparation, checking weapons, coordinating with our allies, and making sure every detail is accounted for. The clock ticks down, each second bringing us closer to the moment we’ve been waiting for.

But they’re not the only ones with overwatch tonight. Marco swears under his breath, stepping back as the illusion of control cracks around him. This is where it breaks. Maximus moves first. His weapon comes up with clean, practiced motion, and he fires. The shot cracks through the night, louder than everything else, cutting straight through the chaos. Time fractures around it. Mirabella moves. I don’t see the decision form. I just see her step into the line before I can reach her, before I can drag her back, before I can fucking stop her.

He licked the corner of his lips and moaned. "She tastes incredible," he pushed as he slid a finger into her. “ Fuck, and very tight.” My fists clenched. "I said enough." He stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You okay, man?" No. I wasn't okay. Because this hadn't worked. This hadn't made me want her less. It had made everything worse. I wanted to throw him out instantly and have Aria pinned against the wall. Have her reminded of who exactly she belonged to. But I couldn't. Because that would mean admitting the truth. That I was obsessed with her. And that was the most dangerous thing of all.

He stood over me, head tilted slightly, dark eyes burning with something intense I didn’t want to name. “You hesitated,” he murmured, voice low and lethal. I swallowed hard, the motion making me hyper-aware of my pulse hammering in my throat. He was still too close, watching me like he was waiting for me to make another mistake. “You do that in the real world,” he breathed, leaning down so his breath ghosted across my cheek, “and you die.” His lips twitched into the faintest, cruelest smirk. “Or,” he added, voice a dark promise, “something worse happens.”

I gawked at her, “What is it to you, Rose? You don't even like him; this is just some crazy obsession that you have.” Veins bulged on her forehead and neck, pulsing with rage. Her gaze was venomous, “You know the worst thing about having an obsession? If I don't have him, nobody can.” I stood up to her, "That obsession - would kill you."

"I don't care what she is! She will learn her place if she wants to survive in this pack." "What are you going to do?" Scarlett yelled back. "Kill me like you killed Mirah?" Caleb started to drag her away when something in the corner caught her eyes. A flash of orange colour, hidden behind a thick cluster of bushes. She broke free from his grip and pushed through the thick foliage, her heart in her throat. But what she saw made her freeze on the spot. Nothing could have ever prepared her to see Tabitha and Gretchen lying beside each other, mouth foaming with froth, eyes glassy and lifeless.

My thumb traced the rim of my glass while my free hand pressed against the aching bulge in my pants. The power flip was sweeter than any billion-dollar deal I closed today. But revenge was no longer the only thing burning in my chest. That was the dangerous part. I wanted him broken, obedient, collared. Yes. Yet I also wanted him crawling back on his own. Eyes glassy with need. Whispering that he could not breathe without me anymore. The obsession had sunk its roots deep. I killed the footage before the urge to stroke myself raw became impossible to ignore. My phone buzzed on the mahogany desk. The message I sent him hours earlier still sat there like bait in a trap. Final paperwork for Theo