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POV: Adams The sheets clung to my hips like they knew what was coming. Moonlight poured through the window in thick ribbons, painting his bare chest in molten silver. The silence in the room had weight - like the air was holding its breath. And when fingers trailed down my spine, I didn’t jump, I wasn’t startled.

“We end it now. Not just the files. Not just the network. But the legacy. Every last monster that calls himself a king.” Massimo stepped beside her, blood still on his collar, storm still in his eyes. Rain fell in soft sheets by the time they returned to the safehouse, though the tension in the room crackled louder than any storm outside. Rosa lay sleeping, tucked against her mother’s chest, in a sling, blissfully unaware of the chaos she had been born into. Her tiny breaths were the only gentle rhythm in a world filled with gunfire and ghosts.

Tears pricked her eyes before she could stop them. Mrs. Holloway noticed — of course she noticed — but said nothing. She just patted Amara’s hand once, gentle as falling leaves, and returned to the stove. For the first time in forever, Amara ate without fear. Rafael’s POV In his office upstairs, Rafael Moretti stared at the city skyline with grim eyes. The late-morning sun cut hard angles across his face, but he didn’t feel the heat. Dominic Russo leaned against the far wall, arms crossed.

“We have to help Father Dom.” With his wolf spirit in the lead, Ramos ran, carrying Rafael so effortlessly that it was as comforting as the power he’d shown in his lightning attack on Carlos and Emilio was frightening. All she had to carry was the hammer and the iron rod, but they taxed her aching muscles. She hadn’t even thought to use them when faced with the machine guns, but then Ramos’s action had come so quickly that she still reeled from it.

Scarlet exhaled and was quiet for some seconds before she answered, “of course. We just have to pray for it to happen sooner.” “Yeah, you are right. And also pray that Catherine finds a way to detoxify the infection from the rogues, it would help really greatly.” “Indeed.” *** Rasmus ripped out the throat of the last rogue and growled, his eyes burning red as he fetched out Irene’s potion and sipped from it. He was soaked in blood but he didn’t mind that. The most important thing is that he was finally in the castle and the sun would soon be up in the sky. He looked around the living room, despite the blood coating the walls, anyone who stepped into the house would know it belonged to a prin

Mustering enough courage, Damon opened his eyes to stare into those of his Master. "Beautiful." Xrysos rasped, but never stopped his assault on those swollen lips. "You are beautiful, Damon." Xrysos gently tugged on Damon's tunic and it fell off completely, exposing a well-defined toned chest, two pink hard nipples stood proud, Damon's chest heaving strongly as he took in harsh breaths. "Beautiful," Xrysos whispered, his hand running smoothly on Damon's naked chest, Xrysos stopped to gently pinch on the hard nipples and that caused Damon to squirm and moan loudly, his head lolled back in pure abandon. Xrysos bit into Damon's exposed neck and kissed it slowly, leaving his marks everywhere his

“good you are here, make it quick and leave before anyone notices you.” “yes ma'am” he responded and went behind the house with his jerrican. Priscilla proceeded to wear a mask and walked towards the car driving a little further from the house but from a distance where she could see the house. In a few minutes, the house was bursting up in flames and she looked at the house with joy.

I berated the four girls that I could see that had a hold on me. But my words were ineffective, I was pushed into a room and current clothes were literally ripped off my body, leaving me to shiver from the cold gust of air that kissed my skin as it was exposed. “What is wrong wit-“ I had begun to say again in annoyance when one of the girls hissed at me. “Shut up. If you complain this much, you’ll find yourself in a lot of trouble with the Master.” She said. Eww. The Master? How cringe. Was that what they called him? Why?

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

His eyes are still wide upon feeling my Alpha aura when I yank out his heart. He has not even dropped to the ground when I move for my next target. My lips remain tightly shut as I communicate with Xavian and Xian, who are already painted in the blood of the Omegas they have killed maliciously. One thing about the twins is they like to bathe in the crimson. “I am heading toward the rebel leader.” That is all I say as I race my way to the end of the campsite, where Adams Rivers is. The air blows the tent open even before my entrance. I pause as soon as I step in, my senses instantly picking up everyone present. The two guards are my first target.