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He moved differently this time, more certain, as though yesterday’s visit had already decided today’s. I watched from the counter as his fingers settled on a thick volume: Underground Wars. Interesting. First, unmasking. Then, walking through the dark. Now, the hidden battles beneath it all. His preferences were drawing a map. Not of fiction, not of leisure, but of intent. He carried the book to his usual corner, settled into the chair, and began reading like the rest of the world didn’t matter. Glasses slipping down his nose, posture harmless. Harmless was a costume. His books told me otherwise.

“That nurse… she’s the one who told you to stay away from me, right? Said I was dangerous?” I didn’t respond. “How ironic,” he mused. “She just called me a gentleman.” I gave him a tight smile. “That’s exactly what you are. A dirty book with a clean cover.” That earned a laugh from him—low, dark, and pleased—as he opened the passenger door of his car. I stared at him for a moment, then sighed. He was the only way I’d get to the funeral on time. Fine. I slid in. He smirked, shut the door, and got behind the wheel. Before starting the engine, he turned to me.

He exhaled, glancing back at the club’s entrance. "For now." He slid into the SUV, the door closing with a soft thud. As the car pulled away, he stared out at the city lights, his mind still racing. Richard was finished. His empire would crumble, his reputation tarnished. But Adrian had been in this game long enough to know one thing—men like Richard didn’t go down without a fight. Was this truly the end? Or had the real war just begun?

Annie asked in a teasing tone. "Let us get moving," I said, not wanting to admit how terrible my life is in that awful mansion. We proceeded to the car, and the security assigned to follow me around opened the door after bending his head. “It's OK you don't have to do that I'm just —" "Mrs. Deluca, please forgive me, but I need to follow Mr. Deluca's orders," he interrupted me, and Annie agreed. "That is correct, my brother is not someone anybody wants to mess with, and you, as his wife, should get accustomed to all this nobility."

You’ve gone all bookish on us, and that’s not your style. Inga, exuding a hint of disdain, locked eyes with Krug. ‘Krug, have you ever read this book? It’s a classic. In my opinion, it’s essential reading for all mercenaries. But I guess not everyone here appreciates a good book.’ Krug shot back, ‘You’re implying I’m uncultured?’ Inga, her smile both charming and resolute, quipped, ‘Take it as you wish.’ Their exchange was cut short as Gunter and Hans ushered in Angelia, bound and dishevelled.

He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I would rather die in the hands of a real man, a man of his words, a real warrior than die in the hands of a pathetic excuse like Marcus,” I said. “And my bravery would add a lot to your pack. I am willing to serve you till my last breath.” “Serve me? To last your last breath you say?” Fenrir asked, his gaze hard and cold. “Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.”

I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body. When she'd had her fill, she climbed off me, satisfied. Her well-manicured fingers picked up a piece of silver from the table, then dropped it onto my face with disgust. "Useless thing," she sneered. "Bones so brittle. Can't even take a little roughhousing." The door creaked open. Vince Benedict, the brothel's manager, waddled in with his massive gut leading the way. He pinched the silver coin between his thick fingers and blew on it. Then he gave my limp leg a hard kick with his black cloth boot.

“And I’m not interested.” A dark smile curved his lips. “You’ll learn to be. You’re sold to me, remember? Body and soul.” The audacity rose in me before I could stop it. “I’ll scream if you touch me.” His eyes flashed with something dangerous. “That’s more like it. I like it when you fight.” He straightened slightly and pressed a button on the wall beside the bed. My blood ran cold as three huge, armed men appeared at the open doorway almost instantly.

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.