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he murmured. Lèa didn't say anything at first. She laid on Cathe’s lap, calm and thoughtful. Then she whispered, "me too." The room felt heavy immediately. Cathe pulled them close, one on each side. "I know," she whispered. "She'll be back soon. But before then let's make tonight happy with a little adventure." Their eyes lit up. Hopefully. Cathe picked her phone and dialed Tony's number. After taking a deep breath... "Hey...are you busy? She asked him softly.

The gun disassembled between us, slide pulled, magazine tossed, pieces scattering across the floor. She’d broken it apart without even looking, fingers working with muscle memory. I’d be impressed if I wasn’t too busy wanting to ruin her. Now it was just us. No weapons. No masks. I pressed her down into the mattress, chest to chest, my breath ragged, hers just as wild. Our hearts were beating like war drums, but the fury was gone. It burned out, replaced with something far darker, far more consuming. Obsession. Her lips curved into that fucking smirk again. “Satisfied?”

Silence. The club keeps moving, unaware that one of its regulars just died. Owen steps back, expression unreadable. “It’s done.” I swallow hard. Levi nods. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” And just like that— We’re killers for hire. How low we’ve fallen

“Kill him.” Castello pulled the trigger, and the deafening sound of death filled my ears. I closed my eyes and felt something I never thought I’d feel over the death of another human being…relief. Nico POV I pulled the trigger, executing the traitorous motherfucker. It was the only way. You live by the gun and you die by the gun. Lila needed to witness this, to learn our ways if I wanted her to thrive at my side. She might not have known it yet, but I saw it in her soul, the darkness which had the undeniable potential to turn her into a powerful woman and my woman.

Chapter Twenty-Five – The Edge of Obsession The forest had become a labyrinth of danger, every shadow hiding a threat, every rustle of leaves a signal of impending attack. Adrian, Elena, and Marcus moved cautiously, feet sinking into the damp earth, muscles taut with anticipation. The Commander had escalated her pursuit, her obsession no longer subtle; it radiated through the mist, pressing on Adrian’s mind with every heartbeat. He could feel her eyes, her attention, the way she studied him, learned him, anticipated his movements. Every instinct screamed that this would be her deadliest attack yet. Elena’s fingers brushed the bowstring, her eyes scanning the fogged treeline, every arrow nock

And now, the debt had come due. The cruelest part wasn’t the muzzle of the gun pointed at my chest. It was the focus, the intensity, and the absolute certainty, like Antonio had built this moment piece by piece, year by year, breath by breath, until the edges of his obsession sharpened into something deadly.

'''' '''Answer me please. ''''I told you I hated him and I wanted to take my revenge on my own...''' '''So, You are using me????''' '''In a way yes... you wanted to hurt him and to let him go and in a way I wanted the same. i wanted to hurt him too. I wanted to hit him on his weak point and you are just perfect for this...'''' ''''oh really?????''''' ''''and one more thing... I didn't have any proof..''''

“That’s the part you don’t want. You want a bodyguard who looks dangerous and never proves it.” “I want a man who doesn’t treat murder like taking out the trash.” “Then you asked the wrong person to stay in this house.” The silence after that was worse than the shouting. Cassian stared at me like he was trying to fit the words into someone he recognized. “You’re a cold-blooded psychopath,” he said. It landed. I didn’t let it show. I held his gaze and kept my face exactly as it was, because if he saw that the name had cut, he would own a piece of me I wasn’t offering on a night like this.

The remaining two escorted the vehicle on sports bikes, resembling a sinister convoy. Once again, Marco De Luca had identified a prey for his henchmen to prey upon, and Daren found himself unfortunate to be in such a perilous position. In New York, no one would willingly step into Daren's shoes. ************** Marco still entertaining the stripper who leads him into a more private area of the club. Guided by her, Marco ends up in a room separated by a see-through curtain. With her right hand over his heart, she reads his pulse, giving him a gentle push onto a chair. Taking her place on his lap, she grinds her thighs on his hard on groin.

Horrifyingly, there was none. The word ‘kill’ made him pause. His chin tilted up just a little. When he spoke again, his voice this time dripped with venom. “I’m not just going to kill her,” he said. “I’ll make it painfully slow.” Piper’s blood went cold. Her eyes widened, dread etching across her face. Whatever she thought she could say to change him, it vanished instantly. He wasn’t speaking out of heartbreak anymore. This wasn't even revenge, it's obsession…..madness!