CATHERINEIt was nearly two in the morning, and I was sitting in our bedroom… alone. I had taken a shower twice. The first time, I'd needed to wash off the bunker's stench and the thick layer of cold sweat that seemed to cling to me like a second skin. An hour later, I'd stepped into the cabin once more. I'd turned on the hot water, hoping it would soothe my nerves.It didn't work. My heart was still pounding fiercely as I dried myself with towels and put on the nightgown. My head was spinning, and the urge to run down to the basement grew with every second.I knew I shouldn't. Besides, either Ferro or Remo would have stopped me if I had even tried to get anywhere near the elevator. Hunter's orders. It pissed me off, but a part of me knew why he didn't want me to witness it. I had known it the moment I'd looked into his eyes at the bunker. I'd seen the uncontainable rage. I'd known then he would have unleashed himself upon Marcello, and I wouldn't have done anything to stop him.Perha
HUNTERI watched Catherine kneel before me, her chest heaving and falling at an erratic pace. Fuck. I had dreamed of seeing her like this, but those dreams were nothing compared to the reality. The way she stared at my cock made me twice as hard. She reached out her hand, stroking my length with a washcloth, and I tilted my head back, hissing a curse. That woman would be the end of me.I looked down at her and saw her bite back a smile. She knew what that touch did to me, and she was ready to play. “That's a naughty game you chose, firecracker. Very dangerous,” I purred.She grinned then, pulling the wet strands of her fiery hair off her face. “I'm married to the Mafia boss,” she breathed. “Maybe I like a little danger.”She grabbed my cock in both hands before bringing her lips toward the tip. I adjusted my stance as her tongue began to draw circles around the head. I breathed out another curse, imagining all the ways I would repay her… unless, of course, I would die first.I reached
Rowan sat on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest. “I don't fucking like this.”It was almost eleven o'clock. I had to leave my beautiful wife while she was still asleep and drive here to prepare for the meeting with Grasso. It seemed that Rowan was even more reluctant to that idea than I was.“You said it already… three times, as I recall.” I gave him a look.“Then I'll say it again,” he grunted. “I don't like this deal between you and Grasso. It might bite you in the ass.”I poured more whiskey into my glass and drank it in one gulp. “May I remind you that this cunt is currently our only source of information? Find me a better one, and I will gladly end the deal and him within days.”He studied me. “And just out of curiosity… how do you plan to end this? Unless you're ready to hand Catherine over to him, of course.”My hands fisted. “I'm not giving Catherine to anyone, and if Grasso draws out his dirty hand and tries to touch her, I will fucking separate that limb from the rest of
CATHERINEWhen I woke up, Hunter's side of the bed was empty. My hand instinctively swiped through the sheets only to find them cold. A hint of sadness clenched my chest. I knew he probably had something important to deal with, but I couldn't shake off the disappointment I felt. After everything that had happened… I just wanted him next to me.My sleepy eyes found the clock standing on the bedside table, and an instant wave of embarrassment flooded my cheeks. It was past noon. I couldn't recall the last time I'd risen from the bed this late. Probably because it had never happened.I entered the bathroom, and my gaze drifted to the shower cabin. Another layer of heat coated my cheeks as I remembered how daring I'd been. Chuckling softly, I washed my face in cold water, trying to minimize the blushing. Then I focused on my morning routine, hoping to resemble a properly looking woman as soon as possible.I'd just finished dressing up when the knock on the door sounded. I rushed to open i
HUNTER “The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable…” I frowned at the screen and disconnected. Catherine's phone had been off for more than an hour. Ferro told me she was visiting her mother at the hospital, so I figured that perhaps her battery died, and she might have not even noticed it. Still, the fact I couldn't make sure she was all right placed me on the edge. A part of me was ready to leave the meeting, go to the hospital, and find out why she didn't answer her phone, but I couldn't. Not with everything that had happened in the last few hours. So for now, I had to pretend I was satisfied with Ferro's “She's fine. She's in her mother's room, and there are no threats around.” The moment Fabrizio Grasso had left my office, my instincts ordered me to run after him and end that son of a bitch, but I would have been a fool not to check that damn name first. Especially since we knew this guy was in the group that had tried to poison Catherine at the banquet. Enzo
With no time to waste, Rowan and I gathered whatever we could carry out of the apartment and stormed to the hallway. Enzo guided us through the old corridors, once probably used by the construction workers. They were dusty and barely stable, but they did the trick. It took us a few minutes, but we finally managed to escape without being noticed by the police. We were lucky… but considering everything that had happened earlier, I would rather call this occurrence not an absolute disaster. “That was a close call,” Rowan panted as we rushed back to the car, dropping everything we carried into the trunk. “It was.” I jumped behind the wheel, starting the engine as soon as Rowan placed his ass on the passenger's seat. Rowan studied me. No doubt he saw my clenched jaw and fingers curled around the wheel in a death grip. “Why do you think he had all those pictures of Catherine?” I shook my head and stepped on the gas. “No idea. It looked like someone followed Catherine around for weeks.”
CATHERINESomething soft and warm coated my body. Then strong hands cupped my head, lifting it. My eyes didn't open right away. Perhaps I was too tired to open them. I didn't know how long I had cried before curling up on the sofa and falling asleep.Someone stroked my hair, the touch gentle and slow. Maybe I should have opened my eyes by now, but nothing about that touch seemed alarming, and I… I might have needed some comfort. The stroking continued. I inhaled a familiar scent, and a faint smile tugged at my lips. Then my eyes opened. I blinked a few times before the blur of the scantily illuminated room turned into recognizable shapes.Now I knew my head was resting on Hunter's lap while he stroked my hair. I shifted to lie on my back and looked up, meeting his gaze. “Hi,” I whispered.“Doctor Sinclair told me everything,” he said, a heavy rasp in his voice. “I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner.”I rose to sit and combed my hair with my fingers. “I'm not giving up, and neither is m
HUNTERI watched Catherine's throat work on a swallow, her face turning pale. “I want to assure you that you'll be safe there. I won't let anything happen to you.”She drew a deep breath and smiled wryly. “I just… This man… Grasso gives me the creeps. I know he cannot hurt me because I'm your wife, but I still remember the way he looked at me… like he couldn't wait to break me apart.”My jaw clenched. I wished I could tell her this man would die soon, but I knew I would have to let this son of a bitch live longer than he deserved. Lying to her was the last thing I wanted, but I knew she wouldn't understand why I'd made this deal, why I signed it with blood, and why I'd agreed to mark her as the price.I forced my lips to stretch, forming a weak smile as I cupped her cheeks. “I will keep you safe,” I promised. “Grasso's days are numbered. If everything goes smoothly tonight, he might not live longer than a week.”Her eyes widened. “And what's happening tonight?”“Among the documents we
HUNTERTen days had passed since Mrs. Lewis had woken up. Catherine had spent nearly every minute of the day by her side. I couldn't blame her. Their time together had been cruelly limited. I had seen Catherine's smiling face—the mask she had created for her mom. And then I'd seen her crying in some quiet corner of the hospital. I knew this situation had been taking a toll on her, and I could do almost nothing to help her…The renegades had gone silent. After everything that had gone down in my LA club, they had yet to make a move. While my wife sat at the hospital, I spent long hours analyzing and rewriting all our strategies, hoping to prepare my people for every possible attack. We might have known more than before about the renegades and their true power, but our knowledge was still insufficient, and slowly our common sense was giving way to the overwhelming frustration and anger.“Fuck this!” Remo growled, shoving a pile of paper folders off the table.“Would you calm the fuck do
The probability of Mom's operation succeeding was ten percent or less. Doctor Sinclair gave Mom a few hours to decide, but I already knew what her answer would be.Bitter laughter bubbled in my throat. How pathetic my bold declarations had been. I'd promised myself I would fight for her. I had been confident she would fight, too. But no victor would leave this battlefield. The choice she had was between likely dying within hours during the operation or simply waiting for the death to claim her…Unsurprisingly, my mom demanded Hunter stay out of her room. I couldn't blame her. If she were to accept him, it would require time… something we didn't have.As more time passed since she had woken up, her strength seemed to return. Superficially, she looked almost healthy. A gentle blush covered her cheeks, and her eyes shone as I remembered. She even moved and talked with more ease. But seeing every element of this façade only brought more pain…“I don't want to die on that table,” she final
CATHERINEMom's words still rang in my head as I sat in the corridor, waiting for doctors to finish another series of her tests. I'd told her I would leave Hunter only if he hurt me. She had called me foolish and nearly kicked me out of her room.I knew she meant well, even if her methods were harsh. She was trying to protect me. She thought she needed to protect me from Hunter. I'd wanted to tell her I would always be safe with him, but as I'd started to speak, all my confidence had disappeared.I knew Hunter kept secrets from me. I'd known him long enough now to see the slight changes in his expression. It appeared each time he wasn't honest. I'd seen this change in Chicago after I'd asked about the meaning of the red-haired stranger's words.I was nearly certain he had lied to me then. Of course, I tried to tell myself that perhaps the stranger's words meant something insignificant, and he had said them to mess with my head, but a second later, my mind returned to his suggestion th
HUNTERI wondered if Catherine's mother had truly known my father or simply heard stories and all kinds of nasty rumors about him. I wouldn't have called him ruthless, but everyone had known he'd been a part of the Mafia world. I could understand Mrs. Lewis didn't want someone like Nicolas Thorne's son around her daughter. Too bad she didn't know that her daughter had already sunk into our world and she was becoming a part of it, too.Despite Mrs. Lewis's obvious lack of acceptance, I didn't want to leave the hospital. Catherine needed me around, even if her mother would never fully welcome my presence. Besides, we waited for the test results that would tell us more about Mrs. Lewis's condition…While Catherine and her mother talked, I found a conference room I could use and arranged my inner circle's emergency meeting. I had to know if the bugs we planted on Grasso were still working or if we had managed to get anything useful.We were running out of time. We needed answers, and we n
CATHERINEI barely remembered the flight from Chicago to New York. I vaguely recalled Hunter holding my hand and repeating that it was going to be OK. I didn't know if I believed him or not. A frantic mass of thoughts swirled inside my mind, their weight slowly crushing my insides.“Breathe, firecracker,” I had heard him say several times, but the suffocating feeling remained.I felt guilty because I wasn't there. I hadn't been there to see her opening her eyes. I might have said it out loud since Hunter suddenly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace.“Don't blame yourself. You couldn't be there all the time, and you'll see her soon,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head.I had remained in his embrace throughout most of the flight, as if I could have fallen apart if I hadn't. At one point, someone—probably Hunter—told me I should change my clothes and wipe off my makeup, so I did. I doubted I would have even thought about it otherwise.Once Hunter's private jet
HUNTERFury hummed in my veins, awakening all the violent urges. I had made a mistake trusting that Augustin would handle all the issues concerning Nox Aurea. Surely, he had failed to notify me he hadn't been doing the job he had been fucking paid for, but I wasn't without guilt either. I should have seen the problem sooner and fired him.I had bought this place nearly six years ago. I had changed roughly everything about the old club and reopened it, turning it into a profitable business. Yet there had always been problems here and there, and some things—like the owner of the neighboring building—had been harder to fix than others.The alarms in the basement had been cut off. Why? Because Augustin—who would soon become the ex-manager—had ignored my order to replace the old system with the improved version. For that, I debated ripping him to shreds. That, unfortunately, had to wait…My eyes zeroed in on the fucker tied to a chair. He was dressed in a gray fitter's uniform with the nam
Hunter released my hand and inched closer to Augustin. “Are you telling me there's a bomb in the club?”The manager winced. “Not quite… I mean, there might have been a bomb if the fucker armed it. One of the guards interrupted him, though.”I wasn't sure if I should feel relieved. The fact that someone entered the club with the explosives was terrifying enough.Hunter raked his fingers through his hair. “How did he enter the basement unnoticed?”“Well… you know we still have an issue with the owner of the neighboring building. Two weeks ago that fucker broke a hole in the wall on the basement level. We sealed it, but as we can see now, not well enough. Our wannabe bomber used that hole to get in,” Augustin explained, wincing.Hunter worked his jaw, processing his words. Then he asked, “Why didn't the alarms go off?”“We're still trying to figure that out,” Augustin muttered, rubbing the nape of his neck.Hunter muttered a curse. “Tell me you at least caught the bastard.”Augustin nodd
CATHERINEHad I crossed the line? Had I officially gone bad this time? I had let the wicked side of me take the lead and savored every second of the terror in Calvin's eyes. After Calvin and weeping Naomi had been dragged out of the club, I heard the crowd calling me the Red Queen, as if I were walking around the club, shouting, “Off with their heads!”I would have lied had I said it didn't make me nervous and uncomfortable. I began to second-guess my decision. Maybe I should have just ignored them and waited for some godlike powers to grant them the fate they deserved…No. Enough was enough. Calvin had not only been a cheating scum but also tried to harm me, sent Giulio to rape me… My hands fisted as I recalled those moments. A part of me wanted to tell Hunter I changed my mind and wanted someone to drag Calvin back and beat the crap out of him.My nervousness lasted a few more minutes and ended as I finished my second drink. The tension finally disappeared and my party mood slowly cr
HUNTERI followed Catherine's line of sight. She was staring at one of the alcoves, her eyes locked on the two people sitting on the sofa. From where I stood, their faces were obscured by the shadows. Catherine, however, seemed to know exactly who they were.I stepped down from the dais and lined up with her. Only then did I understand what made her frown and clench her fists. That cunt, Calvin Rollins, was splayed on the sofa, drink in hand. A slim blonde in a slutty glitter-covered dress was sitting on his lap. I might have seen her in Thorn Club once or twice.I wrapped my arm around Catherine's waist, pulling her to my side. “Your shitty ex lost his wife somewhere, I see.”She gave me a wry smile. “Fifi told me Calvin is trying to divorce my sister.” Then she pointed at the blonde bimbo. “And that's Naomi, one of Portia's besties, or rather, an ex-bestie.”“Now I remember her.” My lips curved in disdain. “I saw her the night we met, right? She was that dumb bitch who came to me af