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“She doesn’t know anything. Just kill me and let her go.” “Where’s the book?” asked the first man in an Italian accent. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “You’re Francesco’s men? You can kill me right now, but I don’t know about that book. I swear I didn’t even see that book. Please, believe me—” I stopped when the other guy pointed his gun at Terzo. “As man to man, you can do whatever you want to do to me, just don’t make her watch.” Terzo spat out the blood from his mouth.

Wika ko rito at saka lumingon sa pinto ng kwarto ko. “Grabe ka na, mare.” Sagot nito. “Nag-cheat na nga sayo ang tao, binigyan mo pa ng pagkakataon.” “He’s gonna prove himself daw eh.” Sagot ko pabalik. “Malay mo diba-” “Once a man cheats, he will always cheat.” Saad niya. “And you can’t change a man who cheated on you, Sami.” Akmang sasagot pa ako rito nang tumunog ang cellphone ko na nasa nightstand, na naging dahilan rin upang kunin ko iyon.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

“You’re being traded to San Francisco. I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do. I’ve tried.” Rafe takes that in for a long moment. “I’m sorry, what?” “You’re being traded to the Forty-Niners,” Damien repeats patiently. “Right before the trade deadline ends.” His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. Then Rafe turns to me. “What are we going to do now?” I don’t know, but I’m certain I will find a way to keep my men with me. One way or another. Thank you for reading! Book 2 is coming soon! In the meantime, please check out my other books on the next page. :)

“One man for another.” I narrowed my eyes automatically, the fear involuntarily controlling my reactions. The only person they could possibly want was my brother—and that was a trade I refused to make. They could threaten to kill me again, and it still wouldn’t make a difference. “You have a building full of capable men at your disposal. Why are you asking me?” “This man is untouchable.” Micah pulled out a folder from the inside of his jacket and set it on the table between us.

Run first, cry later. “So it’s true then…” a man to my left looks down at me, his eyes almost the same color as his outfit. He is completely dressed in gold, with a jewel encrusted owl shaped mask on. The only differentiating color is his hair, where one perfect brown curl is hanging over his forehead. “... You don’t have a wolf, officially, yet.” Trent dips the floozy, his hand sliding dangerously high on her thigh when this man’s voice becomes all that stands between me and destroying her. “Perhaps I could be persuaded to fill you in.” And perhaps I would end up dead. If I am going to die, I’ll destroy that floozy first.

"What are you reading?" I jumped a little and tried to close the book fast. "N-nothing. Just a book." He stepped closer, his eyes dark and hungry. "Bullshit. Your cheeks are all red. Let me see." He grabbed the book from my hands before I could stop him. His eyes scanned the page and a smirk grew on his face. "Fuck, little sis. This is nasty stuff. You like reading about guys fingering tight pussies?" My face burned. I felt so embarrassed but also excited. "Alex, stop. We can't... this is wrong."

Stopping, I watch a woman on the floor, men surrounding her, a lot of men. She is the only woman in this room. She's smiling, blindfolded and has a collar on. The men are playing with her. One man is sitting, watching. The room fascinates me. The whole scene seems to. A slight moan escapes my mouth as I watch. I didn't realise I was standing for so long until Jackson’s words snap me out of my daze, and I realise I was.