Owned By The Don
“Now we show her what survival looks like.”
Jaxon’s hand came up, gripping her jaw,not in dominance, but in connection. “You’re the only one who’s ever stood in my fire and made it burn cleaner.”
She leaned into his touch, the smoke, the ruin, the heavy scent of gunpowder between them. “Then let’s burn brighter, Jaxon.”
The kiss was slow and deep, the kind of kiss that tasted of blood and defiance. Around them, the survivors watched but didn’t speak. The Don and his Queen, untouched by ruin, carved from the same storm.
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