Dare I have been quiet for a while now, trying to control the urge to snap her pretty little neck and rid myself of the trouble she brings. It takes everything in me to stay composed, but the thought of her daring to escape me gnaws at the edges of my patience. How far was she willing to go just to get away from me?I replayed the scene in my head, watching her through the cameras in her room as she tied the ends of the sheet together. Brave of her, trying to climb down the window like that. If I hadn’t caught sight of the man lurking outside the gate, waiting to whisk her away, she might have made it. That thought alone tightens the knot in my chest—a mixture of fury and something deeper, something I refuse to acknowledge.“Did you forget what you said to me?” My voice is low but sharp, my eyes locked on her. Her head is bowed, but I can see the sadness in her eyes when she glances up, the glint of guilt trying to play its part.It doesn’t move me.A deal is a deal, and she belongs
SkyI ran down the corridor, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor as I knocked frantically on door after door, hoping someone would answer. Time felt like it was slipping through my fingers. Any moment now, Dare would realize I was gone, and if he found me, there would be no escape.A door creaked open behind me, and I spun around. A man in his thirties stepped out, his curly hair messy, a robe draped loosely over his frame. His sleepy eyes scanned me, taking in my dark hair and the oversized white robe clinging to my trembling body.“Please,” I begged, my voice shaking. “Can I use your phone?”He hesitated, glancing down the hall. My heart pounded in my chest, the room Dare and I had shared looming at the end of the corridor. I could almost feel his presence, his shadow creeping closer.“Please,” I repeated, desperation cracking my voice. “Just one call. I promise.”The man sighed, his gaze flicking around nervously, but he finally opened the door wider. Without waiting, I da
Dare “You threw me!” she screams, her voice trembling with rage as I step down from the garbage truck. “I could have died!” “But you didn’t,” I say flatly. “Let’s go.” “I’m not going anywhere with you!” Her defiance is infuriating, but this isn’t a negotiation. Grabbing her arm, I drag her along despite her struggles. She pulls against my grip, but it’s pointless—I’m not letting go. Mark is starting to get on my nerves. If I weren’t cornered with her in tow, I would’ve torn through those men and killed him myself, consequences be damned. But things are different now. I miss the days when my decisions didn’t come with strings attached. No responsibilities. No vulnerabilities. I could kill her right here if I wanted, but the thought of Mark or anyone else getting their hands on her twists something dark inside me. She makes me greedy. Possessive, if you want to call it that. She drives me insane. A week with her and I’m addicted, obsessed. The idea of losing her is unbearable, ev
Sky We arrive at another location which I could only assume was one of his safe house. I wasted no time finding a room, peeling off my filthy clothes, and rushing into the bathroom. I was still seething. He had thrown me—literally thrown me—out of a window into a trash cabinet. The stench was unbearable, clinging to my skin as if it had fused with my pores. And the chase? My life dangled by a thread the entire time, all thanks to him. As I stood under the stream of water, my thoughts drifted to my father. He was probably tearing the hotel apart by now, looking for me. But we’d already slipped away, leaving no trace. Would he find me in time? The sound of the bathroom door creaking open jolted me from my thoughts. My head whipped around, and my eyes widened. “What are you doing?” I yelled, grabbing a towel to cover myself. Dare stepped in, completely unfazed, and completely naked. The water from the shower streamed over his sculpted figure as he stood under the same spray as me.
Sky Kayla's voice rang out behind me, loud as she counted. “Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine…” I sprinted toward the house, my heart pounding with excitement. The sun was beginning to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows over Mrs. Klaus garden. I pushed the door open quietly, careful not to let it slam and give away my position. Inside, the smell of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread filled the air. Mrs. Klaus was in the dining room, carefully laying out plates and silverware. She looked up as I darted past, her expression half-amused and half-stern. “No running in the house, Sky,” she warned. “I’m playing hide-and-seek with Kayla!” I whispered back, my tone conspiratorial, as though it excused everything. Mrs. Klaus rolled her eyes but waved me off. “Just don’t break anything.” I nodded and moved quickly through the living room, scanning for the perfect hiding spot. The cabinet by the bookshelf caught my eye. It was just big enough for me to squeeze into if I
Dare Everything was out of place, things were turning out more differently that I expected it to, From the minute I met Sky into my life and the visit from Mark, it was all a disaster. The sound of the door bell catches my attention and I make my way to the door. An unexpected guess stands there with a smile on his face. “Dare, it’s been a while” Mark says. He is wearing a blue Jean on a black leather jacket clad with his combat boot. I spot the BMW right behind him and he turns his eyes to it. “Sweet ride don’t you think” he asks and I give him a slight nod. Mark and I have been buddies, we work for the same organization until I left and decided to start afresh. When he first joined us, he was a naive little boy who needed a family, I thought him everything he knew, made sure he could stay on his back on his own. He was my right hand man, I’m certain that when I left he took over my position. “Why are you here?” I ask leaning on the door, the urge to let him in was the las
Dare I sit on the edge of the couch, phone in hand, watching her sleep. She’s peaceful, unaware of everything happening around her. My obsession with her has grown so deep I can’t bring myself to leave the room. "Mark has gone Rogue searching for you, he raided the house yesterday with his men” Theo informs me over the line. Going Rogue is something I have done several times, especially when my target proves to be impossible. I would take a break from the pact and venture on my own. Right now, Mark has decided to make me his personal vendetta and this will only end until one of us dies. Good to see that he is putting everything that I taught him to use. “He still suspect you in the killing of Mr G” A suspicion will remain a suspicion until there is evidence proven. I had made sure that there was no loose end when I kill Mr Klaus and his family. My men are trustworthy and wouldn’t say a word and the only witness to the crime is right here with me. And I haven’t given her the privi
SkyI went up to my room, dropped the dress on the bed, and stepped into the shower. The water was cold against my skin, clearing my thoughts. When I stepped out, I tried on the dress. It fit perfectly, almost like it had been tailored just for me.I stared at myself in the mirror, running my hands down the fabric. Something about it felt familiar, tugging at a distant memory. Then it hit me. This was the dress. The one I begged my father for last winter. Limited edition, only available for pre-order months in advance. He’d promised to order it for my birthday.“No way,” I muttered, shaking my head.It couldn’t be real. It had to be a knockoff. Dare wasn’t rich enough to get his hands on something like this. Even if he was, there was no way he was wealthier than my father—the mayor of the country.I inspected the dress closer. Every detail was perfect. The black lace along the bodice, the pearls delicately adorning the edges, the cinched waist accentuating my curves. My breath hitched
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
SkyI open my eyes slowly, my body sinking into the softness beneath me, warmth cocooning me in a way I hadn’t felt in so long. For a moment, I don’t move—I just breathe. The air smells different, cleaner, familiar. Not the damp, cold scent of fear that clung to me for what felt like an eternity.I blink, adjusting to the soft light filtering into the room. And then I realize where I am.Dare’s room.A place I never thought I’d see again.I haven’t slept this peacefully in what feels like forever. My body wants to surrender to it, to close my eyes and drift back into the safety of this warmth, but before I can, the door creaks open.“You’re awake,” Dare’s deep voice greets me, pulling me fully into the present.I sit upright, my heart swelling at the sight of him. He looks different—less guarded, but still every bit the man who had torn through fire and blood to bring me back. In his hands, he carries a tray, the rich aroma of food wafting through the air.I blink down at it, my stoma
SkyHis hands were warm as they cupped my face, his touch firm yet gentle, like he was afraid I would disappear if he let go. His dark eyes searched mine, flickering with worry, deeper that I couldn’t quite place.“Are you hurt anywhere? Did he touch you?” His voice was rough, edged with barely restrained fury, but there was something else in it too—desperation. Like he needed to hear me say I was okay just as much as I needed to believe it myself.I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out at first. My throat was thick with emotion, my chest tight. The reality of everything that had just happened crashed over me. I was safe. He was here. He had really come for me.Tears spilled freely down my cheeks, uncontrollably.“I’m okay,” I finally managed, my voice breaking slightly. “He didn’t—he didn’t get the chance.”He exhaled sharply, his shoulders loosening as relief flooded his face. Before I could say anything else, he pulled me closer, his lips crashing against mine in a desp
SkyI stood frozen, trying to process everything unraveling in front of me.“How about Klaus?” Dare’s voice was low and sharp, I was reminded of a family that I had once seen as mine. What really was the reason behind their death? Was it really Dare's fault that they are dead or it was Moscow all along. “Was it really the Pact?”I turned my head slightly, my eyes darting between Dare and Moscow. The mention of Klaus sent a shiver through me, a name tied to a family I once called friends, a family that no longer existed.Moscow smirked, his grip on me still firm. “Klaus? Oh no, that was personal,” he said casually, as if he were talking about the weather. “He found out about my business with Mark. Threatened to expose me. I couldn’t allow that, could I? So I took him out.”My heart clenched, and I felt a sickening wave roll through my stomach. My knees threatened to give out beneath me, but Moscow’s grip held me steady. Klaus’s family—their lives—gone because of… this?Moscow continued