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Not yet. Maksim Morozov. Son of Konstantin. Russia’s number one hitman. Just looking at him made my chest tighten. That smile… calm, dangerous, like he already knew exactly how he'd break me. Every glance, every flicker of his eyes, every slow movement dragged me further under his control... and I had no idea how to get out. There was no escape. I’d have to outsmart him. Or die trying.

EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City "Don’t look away from me.” A deep grunt left his parted lips as he thrusted his monster cock into my tired hole, fucking me with so much hate. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I take you apart, destroying you from inside out." I licked my lips, and a single tear broke free from my eyes. It felt as if I was going to die as Ilay keep pounding me with so much force, hitting the same spot over and over again.

Too… unlike himself. “Uncle Killian, look! I built a whole fortress!” Max held up a shaky tower of blocks, his grin wide. Killian clapped his hands like the boy had just solved world peace. “That’s incredible, Max. You’ve got an engineer’s brain.” Mex puffed his little chest. “I helped him! I made the walls stronger so it won’t fall.” Killian bent down and ruffled Mex’s hair. “Of course you did. The strategist. You’re sharp, just like your mother.”

Tried again. Turned the page. New list. Things I Am Not. Confused. Obsessed. Weak. Like them. His fingers tightened around the pen. His knuckles went white. I’m not like them. I’m not like Emrys. I’m not like Julien. I’m not like Elián. I’m not like Adrian. I’m not— He scratched them all out. Every line. Ink piled like black snow across the paper. He sat still for a moment. Breathing shallow.

I shrugged. "You're a smart kid. Smarter than Arturo," he said as he patted my head. "Thanks," I mumbled in response. The door suddenly barged open and Alexis came inside. "He's coming back," she said as she approached me. "Wait, what? I thought he was going to be gone for a few more days," Milan said, panic evident on his face. "Yep, I thought so too. So now we don't have time to refine the plan, we're just going to have to do it," she said before pulling out a gun and hitting the back of my head.

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The next week was a whirlwind of quiet, furious activity. The snow melted, turning the world to mud and then to the first stubborn hints of green. The outside world felt closer, a looming presence just beyond the trees. We turned the small study into a war room. Our "office." Matteo had brought a secure laptop, a printer, and a stack of legal pads. Our first project: Chase & Rossi.

Mya's Pov After I accepted Max as my mate, I met his charming wolf. I gave him a nickname, Milkshake. He hates it, they both do. He is dark grey and is so majestic. I even got to ride on his back. Being with Max is so freeing. It's the first time I've intimately been with a guy without being drunk or needing medication, because without them, I'd feel Tom's hands on me, touching me, and his breath against my neck when he almost raped me.

He looked back at Carter with another one of those evil smirks, “…our mate bond wouldn’t let you do something that could bring any harm to me. You’d find that instinct disappearing before you hit dial. You might not understand why yet. But you’d feel it.” Carter’s jaw tightened. “The mate bond. Right.” He crossed his arms. Dallas kept saying that word over and over again… mate. Why? Had he suddenly developed an Australian accent? Or had he finally gone crazy after spending most of high school getting concussions on the football field? “People like you. What does that mean, exactly? What are you?” Carter asked, inching towards his phone. “I’m a werewolf.” Carter scoffed, “A werewolf? Like in

But I didn’t build an empire by giving in to impulses. His file sat open on my desk, pulled from the dark corners of my network. Micah Reed, twenty-six, freelance hacker, no criminal record but a trail of debts. Unpaid hospital bills for his mother. A sister in college. He was good. Too good to be working for scum like Rico. And too reckless to realize he had stepped into my world. The shipping manifest he hacked was Sophia’s location. My blood. If the cartel had reached her first, I would have burned their world to ash.