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A look that had the lower part of my body twitching at the thought of her. It was wrong. She was young, too young. She was also Greene's only child, and I had never wanted to have any personal relationship with a business partner or anyone related to them, I'm a man who loves it when business stays strictly business. But what was worse was that, she was my nephew's wife. My cock had no business reacting the way it did whenever my thoughts drifted towards her.

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

by her ruthless billionaire. Love, Blaq.

" You seem to really look down on Ruckus. This was exactly what I tried to correct earlier on." " If it is not what I have spoken about, what then can it be?" " You are right about one thing. And that thing is that Ruckus us really greedy. He is a very greedy ella. But then, you don't really get to understand that Ruckus is not the type to really bend his head over to be stepped on by anyone. That ev8l.figure has close to the same type of mentality of being on top.like the dead valley pack. Ruckus dies not like the idea of having to bow to get what he wants. He wants to ride through every damn person! Come to think of it? Why the yiu think he had to pu an end to the life of his own father so

No one could tell where he'd be after the war. They called me ruthless; some even called me cold and soulless. I had answered a lot of names throughout my reign as alpha of the red Lotus pack and even before then. But then, I was not simply ruthless but ruthlessly protective of my own. Of my pack, my woman, my family, my child and in my opinion, that was a ruthlessness that every man needed. I had a soul, a soul that longed for the blood of my enemies and anyone who dared to wrong me or stand in my way.

I sighed, walking back up the stairs to stay out of Don Vito's sight. ******* The life of a mafia is as ruthless as death itself. The experience at Don Vito's mansion is enough to describe the life of every mafia. The constant killing, the drugs... There's no room for peace in their midst. It's all about danger, death, killing, drugs, guns... There are so many words to describe the life of a mafia. It's just so terrible. I still remember what Karen and I faced in Don Vito's place. How he'd make us do things we don't want to do.

She didn’t answer. She had him figured out now: Alexander Vanderbilt was powerful, yes—but also ruthless, impulsive, and strangely juvenile in the most dangerous way. He wanted to win at everything, even in love, even in bed. He needed to be chosen, even by a woman he claimed not to care for.