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The knock came again, more insistent. “Ignore it,” Zara breathed, pushing her hips back against him, taking him deeper. He grunted, obeying. He focused back on the feel of her, on the building pressure in his balls. He fucked her harder, faster, the table now scraping across the floor with each impact. The knocking persisted, becoming a steady, frantic drumbeat against the door. Then it changed. It wasn’t just knocking. It was a heavier, metallic bang. Clang. Something hard was being used—a fist? A object?—to strike the door. The noise was violent, desperate, cutting through the wet, animal sounds of their sex.

The knock on the door wasn’t a knock. It was a fist, three sharp, percussive blows that rattled the thin wood of the apartment door in its frame. It was midnight. The only people who knocked like that at midnight were cops, and you didn’t open the door for cops unless you had a death wish.

The same Chelsea who had smiled at us talked to us gained our trust. The same Chelsea who had, my thoughts snapped violently into place. “She’s the one who tried to kill you,” I said, my voice rising as I turned to Reed. He nodded once. “Yes.” Anger flared through me so fast it made my head spin. “That doesn’t make any sense!” I snapped. “Why would she—” A loud knock on the door cut me off. We all froze. Every single one of us.The knock came again, slower this time. Like whoever was on the other side knew exactly how much damage they were doing just by standing there.

“You—you’re going to murder me? For what? An accident that happened years ago? She’s alive, isn't she? She’s thriving. She’s engaged to you! Why drag this back up? What did I even do wrong?” The audacity snapped something inside me. I reached for the brass knuckles one of my men handed over, sliding them on like a second skin. They were cold, heavy, and perfect. “What did you do wrong? Maybe this will remind you.” The punch connected with his jaw so hard the sound reverberated in my teeth. His scream tore through the air, his blood spraying warm across my glove as the brass split flesh wide open. He stared at his own blood dripping onto his thighs like he’d never seen it before, trembling li

Every tick of the clock sounded like a countdown. Then, out of nowhere — Knock Knock. Knock The sound was so sharp it sliced through the air like a gunshot. Everyone froze. The first knock was loud. Confident. Not the kind that asked permission — the kind that announced authority. Jerry’s hand went straight to his gun. “Boss?” “Quiet,” I hissed. We waited. Then the knock again. Knock. Knock. Knock. Three times. Slow. Measured. Whoever was at the door wasn’t nervous. They knew exactly where they were.

Then came the knock. It wasn't a soft, polite tap. It was a frantic, heavy pounding that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and straight into my marrow. My eyes snapped open, my heart instantly leaping into a jagged, erratic rhythm. In this life, a knock at 2:00 AM never brought good news. It brought police, it brought process servers, or it brought ghosts. I sat up, clutching the duvet to my chest. "Damon," I whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Damon, wake up."

She was right on the edge, about to tumble into oblivion— A loud, insistent knock echoed through the house from the front door downstairs. We both froze instantly. My fingers were still buried deep inside her pulsing pussy, the vibrator still buzzing loudly against her nipple. Lillian’s eyes flew wide open in panic, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The knocking came again, louder this time.

Hesitant. I ignored it. The knocking came again, louder this time. “Keep knocking,” I called out, voice raised just enough to carry menace, “and I’ll put a bullet through the fucking wood and your skull right after.” I guided her trembling hand to my balls, squeezing her fingers around them while I drove into her mouth faster now. Fucking her throat in steady, punishing strokes. Another knock sounded just then, gentle, pleadingly. But I ignored it. I pulled out with a wet pop instead, with strings of saliva and blood connecting her lips to me.

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"