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AVA'S ARRIVAL The city lights glistened through the windows of the car as we pulled up to the terminal. The familiar hum of JFK Airport buzzed around us, muted by the glass that separated us from the chaos outside. I glanced over at Lysander, whose expression was as unreadable as always. My stomach twisted, not sure how he’d react to the night ahead.I took a breath, my voice low. “Are you sure you’ll be okay with Ava staying with us for the next few days?”Lysander’s gaze shifted to me, his hand moving to the small of my back with a warmth that caught me off guard. He kept his voice measured, careful. “She’s your sister. I can handle her.”The quiet assurance in his tone eased me, and I allowed myself a small nod, though the tension between us lingered. We made our way into the arrivals hall, where the crowd was thick and bustling, the smell of stale coffee mixing with a dozen different perfumes. Suddenly, Ava was there, pushing through the crowd, her face lighting up as she spotted
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AVA IN THE PENTHOUSE I woke to the familiar warmth of Lysander’s arm around me, his breath steady against the back of my neck. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I lay there for a moment, feeling the heat of his body pressed close, wishing I could stay like this a little longer. But the clock was ticking, and I didn’t want to risk him waking up, so I carefully began to slip away from his embrace.“Where do you think you’re going?” His low voice sent a thrill up my spine as his grip tightened, pulling me back against him. A lazy smile played at his lips as he opened his eyes.“Just once, I’d like to get out of bed without you noticing,” I murmured, trying to keep my tone light, but the smile tugging at his mouth was making my resolve waver.He reached up, brushing a strand of hair off my face, his eyes dark and playful. “You’re not allowed to leave me yet,” he said, his voice a soft growl.“Are you ever satisfied?” I teased, though
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GETTING READY FOR MARQUEE: THE SYNDICATE CLUBKim waited outside, leaning against his black SUV with his arms crossed, his gaze scanning the surroundings with calculated sharpness. His stance was one of casual alertness, though I could tell he’d already scoped out every possible exit. It was his habit to know each point of escape before we even stepped foot anywhere. I hadn’t mentioned our plan to hit the club tonight; I preferred to drop it on him at the last minute. A little spontaneity, I reasoned, could keep things interesting — or chaotic, which, with Ava, was often the same thing.Inside, Ava let out a low whistle as I turned, striking a pose for her approval. Her eyebrows shot up, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Holy hell, Kylie. You’re like... sex on legs. Or maybe death on legs, ’cause I swear, Lysander’s going to kill every poor guy who even dares look at you.”I smirked, smoothing down the snug black leather pants that clung to me like a second skin. “Oh, please. Lysander’
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A NIGHT AT SPHERE: THE FAMILIA CLUB**A want to hit a club. Permission?**My stomach twisted at the message, and before I could react, Lysander’s response appeared on the screen.**No!**Anger simmered under my skin, a familiar but maddening sensation. I passed the phone to Ava, who rolled her eyes and huffed. “I can’t believe his nerve. Does he think we’re twelve?”Kim’s eyes flickered to us through the rearview mirror, catching the edge of our frustration. “Did Lysander reply?”I pressed my lips together, stifling the truth. “He said to stay close at all times.” A white lie, but one that was necessary. Kim’s shoulders relaxed a bit, oblivious to our intentions. Ava shot me a mischievous wink, a silent pact sealed between us. Lysander might go through the roof later, but that was a problem for tomorrow.Kim parked the car in a narrow alley just off the main street, where the muffled thump of music and laughter spilled out into the night air. He led us to the club entrance, bypassing a
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MINUTES LATER AT THE CLUB PARTY My chest tightened, seeing her perched on another man’s lap. She wasn’t here for Lysander, yet her eyes betrayed a lingering attachment. Lysander noticed my gaze and muttered under his breath. “She didn’t come because of me.”“She definitely did,” I replied, unable to shake the suspicion.“Look, I can’t just throw her out,” he said, voice low. “She’s here a lot, and I haven’t run into her since… that night. I usually keep to the back.”I forced a nod, the ache in my chest hardening into something sharper. Lysander cupped my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze. “It’s just you, Kylie,” he murmured. He glanced at his watch, then took a step back. “I really have to go now. I’ll be back as soon as possible.” With that, he moved through the crowd, which parted like waves around him. Dorian followed, and Ava slipped in beside me. “That idiot,” she muttered.“Who?” I asked absently, eyes scanning for any sign of the girl.“Dorian. Has the audacity to tell me
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KYLIE WAS DRUGGED AT THE PARTY!Ava huffed, raising an eyebrow. “You seriously think Lysander will go ballistic just because she leaned against you while feeling sick?”“Lysander’s my boss, and Kylie… well, she's his.” Ava mumbled something under her breath, too quiet for me to catch.“Just open the door,” Kim said, and then I found myself lying on the cool leather seats. Ava slipped her hands under my head, resting it in her lap. Her fingers gently combed through my tangled hair as she pressed her forehead against mine. “Honestly, that guy had it coming.”I let my eyes fall shut. The weight of my decision settled over me. I’d effectively sentenced a man to death with a few words — my first taste of that kind of power. “Your bodyguard won’t even stay in the car with us. Lysander’s an absolute beast.”“Kim’s just keeping watch,” I mumbled.“Sure he is.” At some point, I must’ve dozed off, because the next thing I knew, the door burst open and Lysander’s voice cut through the haze. “How
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KYLIE REGAINED HER CONSCIOUSNESS - AVA'S DEPARTURE A sudden, violent nausea jolted me awake, pulling me out of the thin fog of sleep. I barely made it to the bathroom, stumbling over cold tiles before collapsing against the toilet, my stomach heaving as I emptied what little I had left inside me. I gripped the rim, too drained to even lift my head, as the fluorescent bathroom light painted everything in a washed-out, harsh glow. Lysander’s steady hand reached down, brushing my hair back, his fingers cool against my clammy skin. He flushed the toilet quietly, his gaze never leaving me.“Guess I’m not so glamorous anymore, huh?” I tried to laugh, but it came out as a weak rasp.“Not funny,” he murmured, his jaw tightening. “This should never have happened. I should have kept you safe.”“You did,” I insisted, using the toilet seat to pull myself to my feet. But Lysander’s hands were already on me, strong and grounding, steadying me as I swayed. “Maybe a bath will help,” he suggested, a
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KYLIE'S FIRST NIGHT WITH LYSANDER As their eyes met, Kylie felt her breath catch. "Please," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of apprehension and need.Lysander traced a finger down her bare skin, moving unhurriedly, savoring each soft gasp she made. "You really want this, Kylie?" His voice held a rough, unyielding edge, yet beneath it, something gentle shimmered."Yes," she managed, her voice barely more than a murmur.He didn’t give in immediately. Instead, he leaned in, his warm breath tickling her as his lips pressed against her inner thigh, coaxing a shudder from deep within her. His mouth brushed over her, tantalizing, each touch sending sparks racing through her veins until she felt like she couldn’t take another second of his restraint."Patience," he growled softly, easing a finger into her slowly. His thumb circled, teased, and built a rhythm that matched the increasingly frantic beat of her heart. His mouth followed, tongue tracing patterns that drove her closer to
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KYLIE'S TREATMENT I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, its soft sheets a surprising contrast to the deep ache that pulsed through every inch of me. My head felt thick, as if stuffed with cotton, and each breath seemed to move through a fog of lingering pain. Blinking through the haze, my gaze drifted to the side, and I found Ava lying there, curled up and fast asleep. Light was spilling into the room, hinting that several hours had passed since the chaos of last night.Ava had a dark bruise swelling across her forehead, a stark reminder of the violence we’d both endured. But I was sure I looked worse. Attempting to sit up, I was rewarded with a fierce, tearing pain in my shoulder, a reminder of the bullet that had torn into my flesh. Looking down, I saw my upper arm and shoulder neatly wrapped in layers of bandages, evidence of Lysander’s insistence that I be taken care of.A soft murmur from Ava broke the silence, her eyes fluttering open. Upon seeing me, a look of relief washed over her
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THE CAPTIVE KYLIE “As in, Kylie Vincenzo?” the man sneered, his smile as sharp as a knife.I nodded, resisting the impulse to look away. There was no use denying who I was; they’d only use it against me. The man barked something in Russian, and the others erupted into coarse laughter, their eyes leering over me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.“Where are the others?” His gaze slid over me with a lazy malice. “Your shadow and the children?”It took me a second to grasp who he meant by 'shadow' - my protector, always near. I cleared my throat, keeping my voice even. “I don’t know,” I replied.His answer was a brutal kick to Ava, who lay crumpled on the floor nearby. She screamed, the sound shredding through the thick tension. Her wide, pleading eyes met mine, silently begging me not to give them anything. But how could I just watch as they hurt her?The muffled echo of voices and gunfire grew louder, filtering in from outside. The Russian leader grabbed me, yanking me close u
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THE SYNDICATE BLOODY ATTACK Ava’s words cut deep. “I’m not like you, Kylie. You’re eager to please him, to do anything he says. I’m not like that. I won’t submit to anyone.”I flinched, her bitterness hitting me like a slap. Ava had never spoken to me this way, her usual warmth replaced by a steely, almost furious glare that sent chills down my spine. Before I could respond, she stood up abruptly, her movements sharp and agitated. I reached out, hoping to calm her, but she yanked her arm out of my grasp, her body tense with barely restrained anger."Just leave me alone, Kylie,” she hissed. “I can’t talk to you right now." With a final look that was equal parts hurt and fury, she turned on her heel and stormed off, her silhouette disappearing towards the beach. I stood frozen, torn between following her and giving her the space she clearly wanted. But as I weighed my options, Chaol appeared from the shadows, watching her leave.“No, let her go,” I said softly, raising a hand to stop h
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AVA AND DORIAN IMMINENT UNION: KYLIE'S DISAPPROVAL The elevator doors opened, and Lysander stepped into the penthouse. His gaze shifted from Kim to me, his brow furrowing as he took in my expression.“He’s here. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I ended the call, my heart racing with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. I hadn’t thought I could feel hatred for Lysander again, but in that moment, I wanted to make him hurt the way I was hurting.I stormed inside, my fists clenched as I advanced toward him. Lysander’s calm gaze tracked my movements, but he didn’t flinch, didn’t move to stop me. The lack of reaction fueled my rage, and before I knew it, my fists were pounding against his chest.Lysander’s expression shifted, his body tensing in shock. Behind him, I saw Kim rise from the sofa, unsure of whether he should intervene. But Lysander didn’t need help with me; he was far stronger, and in a moment, he had both my wrists locked in one hand.“Kylie, what the hell—”I didn’t let him finish, je
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KYLIE AND LYSANDER BROMANCE CONTINUES TO GROW STRONG...Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he drew back, leaving me breathless and trembling. With a gentle but insistent motion, he shifted me beneath him, his gaze softening as he whispered, “Let me take care of you.” He guided himself against me, pausing to meet my eyes as he began to move slowly, allowing me to adjust to the fullness. His touch was unhurried, each movement careful as he eased me into a steady rhythm, coaxing the tension from my body.He murmured softly, his words both soothing and deeply possessive. "I need you close, principessa. Your warmth, your touch — it’s everything."Gradually, he picked up the pace, sensing my growing comfort, and his hand moved to stroke me gently, sending shivers through my body. The mix of pleasure and intensity left me breathless, and soon, I felt myself tipping over the edge once again, my fingers gripping his shoulders as I let go.When he finally released, he stayed close, h
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KYLIE'S FIRST NIGHT WITH LYSANDER As their eyes met, Kylie felt her breath catch. "Please," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of apprehension and need.Lysander traced a finger down her bare skin, moving unhurriedly, savoring each soft gasp she made. "You really want this, Kylie?" His voice held a rough, unyielding edge, yet beneath it, something gentle shimmered."Yes," she managed, her voice barely more than a murmur.He didn’t give in immediately. Instead, he leaned in, his warm breath tickling her as his lips pressed against her inner thigh, coaxing a shudder from deep within her. His mouth brushed over her, tantalizing, each touch sending sparks racing through her veins until she felt like she couldn’t take another second of his restraint."Patience," he growled softly, easing a finger into her slowly. His thumb circled, teased, and built a rhythm that matched the increasingly frantic beat of her heart. His mouth followed, tongue tracing patterns that drove her closer to
