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That night he looked at me differently. “We’re not stopping, are we?” he asked quietly. “No,” I said. “Even if it destroys us.” “Especially if it destroys us.” He kissed me like a man sealing a pact with the devil. And we kept going. Every late night. Every risk. Every filthy, secret, career-ending orgasm. Because some lines, once crossed, can’t be uncrossed. And some risks are worth every possible consequence. I was the senior risk analyst who had calculated every danger. And I still chose him every single time.

“The secondary routing points are more scattered than we expected.” I studied the board. “That increases the risk of exposure.” “It does,” he agreed. I looked at him. “And you’re not concerned?” “No.” “Why not?” He finally turned to face me. “Because when things are scattered, they also create openings. It’s not just a risk. It’s also an opportunity.” I caught myself observing his reaction. There was something steady about the way he spoke about instability, as if it wasn’t inherently dangerous unless handled poorly. That perspective didn’t align with the image I had once built of him so easily.

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“For the record, I know we said we’d wait. I don’t regret not managing it.” “Neither do I,” she said, and the way she said it told me exactly how much we’d both already decided this was worth whatever risk came with it. “Just promise me we’ll actually be careful this time. I don’t think either of us survives a second version of what happened before.” “I promise.” Neither of us fully believed how hard that promise would turn out to be to keep. But sitting there, in a quiet corner of a bookstore nobody would ever think to look for us in, it felt, for the first time in months, like something worth risking anyway.

"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."

"I—I felt like we needed to take the book before someone else found it. I didn’t want to risk it being stolen. I only wanted to protect us, Marcus." His hand softened but didn’t let go. Instead, his other hand traced down her arm, grounding her, igniting her. "Stop putting your life at risk," he said, his voice barely a whisper, thick with emotion. "That book... it’s too dangerous. It’s not just ink and parchment. It holds mysteries not even my father dared touch." He leaned in, breath warm against her skin. "I don’t want anything to hurt you." Then he kissed her. Fierce. Possessive. Passionately.

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"People don't make their best decisions when they're comfortable. They make them when they're off balance." Something shifted in his expression, just a fraction, but I saw it. Interest. "Off balance can be risky," he said, closing the folder. "Only if you don't know where they'll land," I countered. For a second, it was just the two of us and the steady hum of the city outside his window. Then he leaned back, studying me like a puzzle he intended to solve. "I'll give you room to run with this," he said finally. "But if it fails—"

Dad always says, "Life values risk over safety. Without risk, safety loses its meaning." I need to take a risk if I want to find Dad and at this point, the only risk is teaming up with an enemy and working towards one goal. I know Kai is gonna be mad at me for this but I have no other choice. I’m taking the risk, it may not be the right decision but I don’t care, all I care about is finding Dad and if that means working with Richard Maranzano then I’m down for it.

Like a caring husband Samule quickly kneeled down with her and wiped tears rolling down her cheeks…. “Are you okay…..?” he questioned gently patting her back however when he saw her shaking in fear “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND, HOW DARE YOU TO PUT YOUR HAND ON MY WIFE….” Samule roared on Ethan who still hold murderous look in his eyes… Samule expected an answer however Ethan simply pulled out what looked like book tucked in back of his trouser and threw it in front of Samule… “What the fuck is this..?” Samuel raised his suspicion glancing at brown leather book with no title except two initial ‘SB’ in top right corner