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In her place stood someone new. “We should get going,” she said, her voice steady despite the tremor beneath it. Elias studied her for a few seconds longer. “Are you sure?” he asked. She nodded once, firmly. “Yes.” Elias exhaled slowly, then took her hand in his. Together, they walked toward the heavy metal entrance of the warehouse. Marcus appeared almost immediately as the door opened. His hands and forearms were stained with dark, dried blood. His sleeves were rolled up, and there were splatters across his shirt. His face was hard, incensed, eyes burning with controlled rage.

And after that Giovanni left him there. Marcus sat down on the edge of the bed of his late Luna, he's now regretting that he didn't listen to what Ertha said to him during his dream. If only he just let his geart decide and didn't let the anger overcome him, maybe it'll not going to happen. But it did and now Marcus is stuck in this place, where he doesn't even knew how to face Cassandra without her getting mad at him.

I smile at her, I know I will like her, and I now remember her from not that long ago, from when we had to search for Jackson’s brother and somehow found Alena. “Hi Alena, I am Marcus.” Looking at Jackson, I smile. It’s about time he finally got back out there. “I see you have a new sub.” Smiling at Jackson, he shakes his head, well who the hell is she? “Not a sub, not this one, although she might be in time.” Now that sounds good. Why he would want someone who isn’t a submissive, I will never know. Sitting down, the team introduce themselves. I can’t seem to keep my eyes off her.

"Very well, then! I'll send you to hell to keep Serena company since you love her so much!" She then ordered, "Get to work, Jacopo!" Ornella fell limp with fright, shaking her head repeatedly. "You can't do this! You can't do this to me, Rosalina!" It was already too late, though. Jacopo aimed the gun at her temple, and following the sound of the gunshot, Ornella fell to the ground and ceased breathing.

Elara felt the weight of it all pressing down on her, the constant shifting alliances threatening to break her completely as she tried to save the man who might still be playing them. Jax’s jaw remained locked tight as he bandaged Marcus’s wounds, shooting dark looks at Elara whenever her hands brushed the other man’s skin. The tension in the small motel room grew thicker with every passing minute, the air charged with suspicion, jealousy, and the lingering scent of blood. Marcus’s confessions about the port corruption only added fuel to the fire, revealing layers of betrayal that made Elara question everything she thought she knew.

“You just look like a woman who knows exactly what she wants… but hasn’t taken it yet.” His name was Marcus. No last name offered, no need. He was a stranger, charismatic and dangerous in that way that made her thighs press together under the bar. They talked for what felt like hours. “Careful,” she whispered, her lips curving. “Keep staring like that and I might think you want to do more than talk.” Marcus’s hand brushed her knee under the bar. “Oh, I want to do much more, Elena. I want to hear you moan my name while the ocean drowns out everything else.”

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“You’re sure this is safe?” Elena gave a small nod. “Safe enough. What do you have for us?” The man, introducing himself as Marcus, exhaled sharply. “It’s worse than you think. Marquez’s influence is vast, but what I’ve uncovered… it’s a tangled web that reaches the highest echelons.” Over the next hour, Marcus laid out the full scope of the conspiracy. Secret bank accounts, off-the-record meetings, payoffs disguised as donations—everything meticulously documented. Elena and Luca listened intently, each revelation another piece of the puzzle.