DareThe door open the next day, and I knew what was coming. I had barely gotten any rest, my body too battered to find relief even in unconsciousness. My wrists ached from the heavy metal cuffs, and my ribs screamed with every shallow breath. But when Mark walked in with two men behind him, I straightened as much as my broken body would allow. If they wanted to break me, they would have to try harder.Mark’s sharp leather shoes clicked against the cold floor as he approached, his smile more like a predator’s grin. “Good morning, Dare,” he said mockingly, as if this was some casual meeting. “I trust you had a restful night?”I didn’t bother responding. The glare I gave him was all the answer he deserved.Mark turned to the men and motioned toward me. “Get him up.”They moved without hesitation, their rough hands yanking me out of the chair. My knees buckled, but they didn’t care. I felt the burn of the metal cuffs as they tugged at my raw skin, my arms wrenched upwards as they dragged
DareThe door open the next day, and I knew what was coming. I had barely gotten any rest, my body too battered to find relief even in unconsciousness. My wrists ached from the heavy metal cuffs, and my ribs screamed with every shallow breath. But when Mark walked in with two men behind him, I straightened as much as my broken body would allow. If they wanted to break me, they would have to try harder.Mark’s sharp leather shoes clicked against the cold floor as he approached, his smile more like a predator’s grin. “Good morning, Dare,” he said mockingly, as if this was some casual meeting. “I trust you had a restful night?”I didn’t bother responding. The glare I gave him was all the answer he deserved.Mark turned to the men and motioned toward me. “Get him up.”They moved without hesitation, their rough hands yanking me out of the chair. My knees buckled, but they didn’t care. I felt the burn of the metal cuffs as they tugged at my raw skin, my arms wrenched upwards as they dragged
DareThe door open the next day, and I knew what was coming. I had barely gotten any rest, my body too battered to find relief even in unconsciousness. My wrists ached from the heavy metal cuffs, and my ribs screamed with every shallow breath. But when Mark walked in with two men behind him, I straightened as much as my broken body would allow. If they wanted to break me, they would have to try harder.Mark’s sharp leather shoes clicked against the cold floor as he approached, his smile more like a predator’s grin. “Good morning, Dare,” he said mockingly, as if this was some casual meeting. “I trust you had a restful night?”I didn’t bother responding. The glare I gave him was all the answer he deserved.Mark turned to the men and motioned toward me. “Get him up.”They moved without hesitation, their rough hands yanking me out of the chair. My knees buckled, but they didn’t care. I felt the burn of the metal cuffs as they tugged at my raw skin, my arms wrenched upwards as they dragged
SkyI lay there, vulnerable and exposed, every inch of me trembling not from cold but from the utter helplessness that consumed me. The sterile surface of the table beneath me pressed against my skin, intensifying the humiliation I was drowning in. My breathing was shallow, and my chest heaved with the effort to stay composed, though tears blurred my vision.Mark knelt between my legs, enjoying the view he saw. His smug grin made my stomach churn. I tried to twist my head, desperate to catch a glimpse of Dare through the mirrored glass. I knew he was watching, forced to witness every second of this nightmare. My heart broke for him, for us, as Mark made merry in the pain he inflicted on us.“Please, don’t do this,” I begged, my voice trembling, the words barely audible. My throat felt raw, as if the sweetness was gone from it.Mark’s grin widened at my plea. He tilted his head, his gaze flickering over me like I was nothing more than prey he’d caught in his trap. “Begging now, darling
“Are you going to talk now, Dare?” Mark asked, though we both knew Dare couldn’t hear him—not yet, anyway. Mark’s voice filled with irony as he continued. “Are you still going to keep your mouth shut after seeing her like this? You’ve no idea the plans I have for her. The things I’ll do to her. And I’ll make sure you watch every second of it.” He glanced at me, his cold smile widening. “So you understand that you are the cause of all this. She didn’t ask for any of it.”Mark pointed accusingly at him through the glass, as if he were scolding a child. He couldn’t hear a word, but it didn’t matter—Mark was enjoying the theatrics.“Connect the sound system,” Mark suddenly ordered, his tone sharp. One of his men stepped forward, fiddling with a control panel near the wall. A faint hum filled the room as the audio link clicked on.The first sound I heard was Dare’s voice. Even in my disoriented state, I could hear him as cold as the night but it faded out quickly.“I swear to you, Mark,” H
DareTwo days. It’s been two goddamn days since I told Mark I’d talk. Since I broke and gave him the one thing he wanted from me—my willingness to give in. And yet, not a single soul has come into this room. No food. No water. No Mark. Just me, dangling from these chains like a forgotten animal in a cage.My body is weak, the weight of the chains pulling at my wrists, my shoulders screaming in pain. I can’t stand upright anymore, not even when I force my legs to push against the floor. My head hangs low, and all I can hear is the sound of my own ragged breathing echoing in this cursed room.The red light from the camera blinks at me from the corner, they’re watching me. But they don’t say a word. No taunts, no orders, just silence.Mark is playing his game. Letting me stew in my thoughts, letting my imagination run wild. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I’ve been left to think of the worst—that he’s already harmed Sky, that he’s done something unspeakable to her, or that he’s plannin
SkyI stood in the center of the room, trembling, my legs barely holding me up. A tiny thin white dress was draped over my body, exposing relevant parts. I felt weak—so weak that I could hardly lift my head. Whatever Mark had injected me with was still in my system, dragging me down, making every breath feel like a battle.I blinked against the heavy darkness surrounding me, straining to make sense of where I was. The air was suffocatingly still, but then, out of nowhere, a dim red light came to life in front of me. My heart stuttered as six more followed, each glowing faintly in the oppressive blackness.It took me a moment to process what I was looking at—rows of rooms pressed tightly against one another, their walls opaque except for the illuminated windows. Inside each room, I saw silhouettes. People. Watching me.Each figure wore a mask, their features hidden behind designs—gold, black, crimson, silver. Eyes gleamed through the slits, unblinking and fixed on me. Behind every mas
LeviI walk through the glass door into a building tall enough to be a skyscraper, Blood dripping from my hands, my shirt is also bloody. I walk past the receptionist, her lips part as she tries to speak to me but I don’t have time for such pleasantries. I never will.My hands grip the door knob tightly as I pull it down, my eyes catches him, he sits so relaxed for a man whose ass is on fire, my fist tightens at the sight in front of me. He is seated on the couch, his head pushed backward resting on the top, and his eyes partly closed. The buttons of his red shirt were open revealing his hairy chest, a woman is on her knees in front of him, his hands grip her hair forcefully as he shoves his cock down her throat. The constant choking fills the room. I slam the door, making know of my presence. The woman on her knees jumps in fear turning to me, my cold eyes met hers and I frown that she is still kneeling there instead of doing the needful.“Out” my voice is dead and unfazed. I plunge
Dare’s hands tightened around the steering wheel. The engine low, His car was parked a little ways down the street, just far enough to be hidden but close enough to see the house—two-story with faded blue shutters and flower boxes beneath the windows.His gaze drifted to the second floor, to the window with the pale curtains half-drawn. Her room. Dare exhaled slowly, breath fogging up the glass, and ran a hand over his face. He shouldn’t be here. He knew that. But knowing didn’t make it any easier to turn around, to press the gas and drive away. Not when she was right there.Through the curtain, he could see her silhouette—slim shoulders, hands trembling as they wiped at her face. Sky was still in black, the dress loose around her, sleeves falling over her knuckles. It made her look small, almost fragile. Dare’s chest ached at the sight. She was crying, her head bowed.His heart wrenched , the urge to get out, to go to her, was overwhelming. To climb those steps, and knock until she a
Author’s pov; Sky’s hands trembled as she pushed open the door to her father’s office, the familiar scent of old paper and cedar hitting her like a wave. The room was just as she remembered—dark wood, shelves packed with books he never read, and that heavy oak desk where he spent most of his days, more a monument to his presence than a workspace. But now, it felt cold. Empty. Her eyes stung, but she blinked the tears away, forcing herself to breathe. Not here. Not yet. “Miss Sky,” a voice broke the silence, smooth and careful. Sky turned to see her father’s secretary standing by the window, hands folded neatly in front of him. Mr. Bennett. His eyes were soft with pity, his posture respectful but rigid. He’d worked for her father for as long as she could remember, always precise and collected. Now, that same calm steadiness almost cracked the fragile control she had over herself. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said, his voice low and measured. Sky managed a nod, her throat
Sky’s hands trembled as she pushed open the door to her father’s office, the familiar scent of old paper and cedar hitting her like a wave. The room was just as she remembered—dark wood, shelves packed with books he never read, and that heavy oak desk where he spent most of his days, more a monument to his presence than a workspace. But now, it felt cold. Empty.Her eyes stung, but she blinked the tears away, forcing herself to breathe. Not here. Not yet.“Miss Sky,” a voice broke the silence, smooth and careful.Sky turned to see her father’s secretary standing by the window, hands folded neatly in front of him. Mr. Bennett. His eyes were soft with pity, his posture respectful but rigid. He’d worked for her father for as long as she could remember, always precise and collected. Now, that same calm steadiness almost cracked the fragile control she had over herself.“I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said, his voice low and measured.Sky managed a nod, her throat too tight for words.Mr.
DarePain is a funny thing. It’s loud and quiet all at once. It roars through my body, twisting and burning, but at the same time, there’s a stillness, a numbness creeping in. My chest feels heavy, the warm wetness of blood soaking into my shirt, the scent thick in the air. But none of that really registers—not the pain, not the blood, not the dizziness creeping in.Because the only thing I can focus on is the fact that she pulled the trigger.Sky shot me.The realization hits harder than the bullet.I keep replaying the moment in my head—the way her eyes darkened with something I couldn’t recognize, the way she raised the gun without a hint of hesitation. She had aimed straight at me, her hands steady, her breathing even.She knew exactly what she was doing.She wanted to hurt me.And then she left.She didn’t look back.She stormed out of the room, the sound of the gunshot still echoing in the walls, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t even call out to her. Maybe I was too stunned. Maybe
Dare “Move in,” I ordered, through the comms. Like a ripple in the water, my men moved. Armed to the teeth, dressed in black. The first wave hit the perimeter. Twelve men were stationed outside—some lounging near the front gate, a few patrolling the grounds, and others lingering near the back door smoking cigarettes, unaware. At the front, Marco and Theo led the charge. Marco tackled the first guard, slamming his head against the stone wall so hard he crumpled to the ground unconscious. Theo followed, pulling his silenced pistol from his hip and putting two guards down before they even realized what was happening. Behind the house, two of my best snipers, Ivan and Rick, took position on the neighboring rooftop. The faint glint of their scopes caught the moonlight just before two muffled shots rang out. The two guards by the back entrance dropped without a sound, their bodies slumping to the ground. A guard near the garage heard the thud and turned, his hand going for his g
SkyThe warmth of the bed tempts me to stay wrapped up in it a little longer, but the soft weight of someone’s gaze pulls me from sleep. My lashes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m caught between dreams and reality. Then, I see him—Dare, lying next to me, his dark eyes watching me with an intensity that makes my heart stutter.He’s never here when I wake up. He’s always in his study, working before the sun even fully rises. But today, he’s here, his arm resting on the pillow, his head propped up slightly as he watches me.I blink at him in sleepy confusion before a small smile tugs at my lips. “Good morning.” My voice is soft, still thick with sleep.“Good morning,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a small smile.I stretch, my body still sluggish from sleep, and let my fingers brush against his arm. “Were you watching me sleep?” I tease, tilting my head at him.He smirks slightly but doesn’t deny it. “Didn’t notice I was until now.”I roll my eyes but can’t help the way my chest w
SkyThe warmth of the bed tempts me to stay wrapped up in it a little longer, but the soft weight of someone’s gaze pulls me from sleep. My lashes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m caught between dreams and reality. Then, I see him—Dare, lying next to me, his dark eyes watching me with an intensity that makes my heart stutter.He’s never here when I wake up. He’s always in his study, working before the sun even fully rises. But today, he’s here, his arm resting on the pillow, his head propped up slightly as he watches me.I blink at him in sleepy confusion before a small smile tugs at my lips. “Good morning.” My voice is soft, still thick with sleep.“Good morning,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a small smile.I stretch, my body still sluggish from sleep, and let my fingers brush against his arm. “Were you watching me sleep?” I tease, tilting my head at him.He smirks slightly but doesn’t deny it. “Didn’t notice I was until now.”I roll my eyes but can’t help the way my chest w
SkyThe warmth of the bed tempts me to stay wrapped up in it a little longer, but the soft weight of someone’s gaze pulls me from sleep. My lashes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m caught between dreams and reality. Then, I see him—Dare, lying next to me, his dark eyes watching me with an intensity that makes my heart stutter.He’s never here when I wake up. He’s always in his study, working before the sun even fully rises. But today, he’s here, his arm resting on the pillow, his head propped up slightly as he watches me.I blink at him in sleepy confusion before a small smile tugs at my lips. “Good morning.” My voice is soft, still thick with sleep.“Good morning,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a small smile.I stretch, my body still sluggish from sleep, and let my fingers brush against his arm. “Were you watching me sleep?” I tease, tilting my head at him.He smirks slightly but doesn’t deny it. “Didn’t notice I was until now.”I roll my eyes but can’t help the way my chest w
DareI get a direct order from Agent Mikhail to return to the Pact after taking Moscow down. I hesitate for a moment before leaving—I don’t want to be away from Sky, not even for a second. But I know I have to deal with this.When I arrive at the office, I walk in. The place still feels the same—the dim lighting, the sharp scent of gun oil and papers, the faint hum of machines running in the background. It used to feel like home. Now, it just feels like another part of my past trying to drag me back in.“Dare, back so soon? Were you able to find him?” Mikhail asks, leaning back in his chair, fingers tapping lazily on the desk. His eyes flicker with curiosity.I nod, stepping forward. “Yeah. It’s done.” My voice is clipped, straight to the point. “Thanks for the intel. It helped.”Mikhail scoffs, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You think I did that just to get a thank-you?” He shakes his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “No, Dare. I helped you because of the deal we made. You remembe