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Maybe I like the humiliation, that's the only explanation for this. Mike of all people, not Mike. Khalan probably is fucking him since the beginning, that's why Mike hate me, that's why he always wanted me far away from Atlanta so they could fuck in peace, behind my back. How could I be so stupid, again and again, everything was right in front of my face? I thought I knew who Khalan was but he is just a stranger to me. He's going to fuck play with me again. I hate me; I hate myself for still lo-

Chapter 73 Nicolas’ POV I went when he texted the address. I always did. Even after the whiskey-drawer comment that had sat in my chest like a blade for days. The room was the same one with the mirror. Mateo stood by the table, black shirt open at the throat, snake visible. He did not smile. “Sit.”

~EVERETT~ A wave of pure horror washed over me, leaving me trembling in the freezing wind. What was Valerie doing to Knox? What kind of dark magic was she using on him? And was there even anything left of the boy I loved, or was Knox already lost to me forever? The glass doors of the mansion banged open, swinging violently on their hinges as four enclave guards rushed Jax inside on a medical gurney. The white sheets were already stained deep red, his blood dripping onto the shiny tiled floors of the entrance with a sickening pat-pat-pat.

Maxwell – POV You’d think growing up under the same roof made us brothers. Shared meals. Shared rooms. Shared ghosts. But the truth? Matteo and I were never cut from the same cloth. His parents took me in when I was just a baby, no name, no bloodline, nothing but a bundle of cries left on a dirty blanket at the edge of an alley. A street rat nobody wanted. Except them. They gave me food. A warm bed. A name that meant something in a world where names were currency.

"When I came out of our little house. I saw the worst sight ever made by men. Blood littered the village part ways and dismembered bodies of the families and friends I once knew filled the entire village. The smell of blood mixes with water, rot, and decay too much to inhale. Flys filled my blurred vision and with shaky legs, I ran. Everyone was dead, everyone I once knew, save me. I ran and ran until I was certain I had gone far enough and my feet's too weak to run any further. Day or two after I found a cave and made it home. At night I heard cries of the wild beast and each morning I woke up, I would be surprised to see that I was still alive. For the best part of my third day of horror,

Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️ Title: Steaming the Rose Genre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to.

Chapter: 13. ******* Steven opened his eyes to be greeted by an extremely bright light, and he closed them again. When he did open them back up, the lights weren't all that bright anymore. The walls are just plain white, where the hell are his pictures? And why is his room so small? The hell...

The cabin was exactly what Mitchell had promised. Small and worn in the good way, the kind of place that had been used and loved for years and had the scratched furniture and faded curtains to prove it. It sat back from the lake with a porch that faced the water, and when Sarah unlocked the door Friday evening and the smell of old wood and clean air hit me, something in my chest loosened slightly without my permission. Matt was already there when we arrived, Sarah's cousin, a broad-shouldered easy-going guy who shook my hand and handed me a beer in the same motion and asked no questions about anything, which I appreciated immediately.

MARINETTE “Hey, Marinette! You've got new arrivals!” Josh stops his old bike in front of the bookstore, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Small strands of his dirty blonde hair peep from his blue face cap. He points at the new books, warm blue orbs locked on mine. “What do you think?” Pushing back the keys of the bookstore into the pocket of my wide leg pants, I hurry to pick up the books. “I never thought I'd get them so early!” I laugh, picking up the one that catches my attention. ‘Mated to the Biker Alpha Twins’