EllaThe bar was dimly lit, its ambiance intensified by the low hum of conversations, clinking glasses, and the soft strains of ambient music. Golden chandeliers, casting sporadic glows, adorned the room, contrasting the otherwise dark woodwork.I felt the cool leather of the bar stool beneath me as I observed the people around, each of them engrossed in their own narratives, oblivious to mine.It’s amazing how, even in a room full of people, you can feel alone, disconnected. My fingers absentmindedly played with the stem of my wine glass as I lost myself in my thoughts, waiting for Logan to return.“Is this seat taken?” The voice was suave, a touch too smooth. Turning slightly, I found myself looking up at a tall man, his finely tailored suit hinting at wealth and power.I gave a noncommittal shrug. “It’s free.”He grinned, revealing perfectly aligned teeth. “You’re Logan Barrett’s, aren’t you?” There was a knowing glint in his eyes, as though he believed he had already figured me ou
EllaThe laughter from Logan was unexpected—a short burst, barely audible over the ambient hum of the bar's patrons.“You’re very funny, Ella,” he said, shaking his head.I sat up straighter, leveling Logan with an icy stare. “I’m dead serious, Logan.”His blue eyes bore into mine, trying to gauge if I was joking. “You? A gun?”“Yes,” I replied, unwavering. “Growing up, my father made sure I took shooting lessons. For self-defense. Your bodyguard has an extra pistol, doesn't he?”Logan’s expression shifted from amusement to contemplation. “You truly think you can handle it?”“I wouldn’t be asking if I couldn’t.”He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Alright. But you’ll have to prove yourself first.”“Prove myself how?” I laughed, looking around. “Don’t tell me your next big reveal of the night is for me to shoot the pimp that’s been standing in the corner and giving you dirty glares since you beat up one of his customers.”Logan’s face turned a slight shade of red, but only
EllaThe transition from the basement’s cool, rustic ambiance to the vibrancy of the party was almost jarring. As Logan and I re-entered the ballroom, I was immediately struck by the whirl of colors, the soft strains of music, and the kaleidoscope of voices melding together in a symphony of laughter and chatter.From the throng emerged a familiar face. Leonard Barrett, Logan’s father, with his steel-gray hair slicked back, and a tall, commanding presence. His piercing blue eyes, which Logan had apparently inherited, immediately locked onto mine.I had met the man once before, and our encounter hadn't been the warmest. His reputation in the business world as a ruthless mogul was well-earned, but in person, it was his charisma that was truly overpowering.“Ah, Ella,” Leonard greeted, the corner of his lips turning up slightly. “You look even more radiant than when I last saw you.”I offered a polite smile, trying to keep my composure in front of the daunting Mafia boss. “Thank you, Mr.
EllaThe cold, salty breeze that brushed against my face as we arrived at the docks was a stark, but welcoming, contrast to the stifling warmth of the party. The night was dark, the water shimmering faintly under the moonlight.Moored ahead of us was an enormous yacht, its sprawling length dotted with sparkling lights, making it look like a floating palace.“God, how big is this thing?” I whispered, taking in the sheer size of the vessel.“That’s my brother’s taste for you,” Logan murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and exasperation.The yacht, named The Serpent’s Charm, was truly an epitome of luxury and excess. After a tour of the sprawling main deck, Logan led me towards the interior, with a promise of showing the opulence that lay within.Opening a double door adorned with intricate golden patterns, we entered the grand lounge. It was vast, stretching wide with plush velvet couches and a massive crystal chandelier hanging above. On the far end was a bar, its shelves stocked wit
EllaThe luxuriousness of the suite was quickly overshadowed by the cold weight of Marina’s smirk, the shine of my pistol in her hands contrasting sharply with the opulent interior.My heart leaped into my throat. In my haste, I had left my purse on the bed, so consumed by the idea of wearing the ridiculous bikini.“Give that back, Marina,” I hissed, too tense to even move.Marina smirked. “Well, well,” she said, letting the pistol dangle dangerously with her finger in the trigger guard. “Color me surprised. Ella Morgan keeps a gun in her purse. It’s like… finding a snake in a flower patch.”I felt my throat constrict. Ema urged me to lunge for the gun, but I knew that it was dangerous.“Just… Put it back,” I said. “Please.”“I have to know, though,” she said. “Why do you have a pistol in your purse, Ella?” Marina asked, her voice dripping with faux sweetness, as she fingered the gun.Drawing on every ounce of calm I could muster, I replied, “It’s just for safety. I always keep one on
LoganAs the gentle hum of the evening pool party enveloped me, my eyes kept darting towards the entrance to the cabins, eagerly waiting for Ella. She had been gone for what felt like an eternity, leaving me with a strange concoction of excitement and nervousness.There was no denying that she was something special, even if our ‘relationship’ wasn’t what people believed it to be.“I think she’s softening toward you,” my wolf said. “I could feel it tonight.”“That means nothing,” I said. “She may be softening, just like they all do. But the fact of the matter is this: she’s out of my league, and from an entirely different world. We’d never last.”I felt my wolf growl inside of me, but it was true. As much as I was fascinated with Ella, we were just too different. She was a goodie-two-shoes, a princess from the light side. I grew up on the dark side, and no matter how badly I, too, wanted to end all of this Mafia business, I knew that it was unlikely to happen. You can’t teach an old do
EllaThe night’s party was in full swing. Animated chatter, effervescent laughter, and the rhythmic beats of a tropical playlist harmonized with the yacht’s steady rock. The energy was intoxicating.Amidst the glow of string lights, the centerpiece was the opulent, aqua pool. It glowed like an oasis amidst the vast expanse of the open sea, shimmering invitingly under the night sky.The initial shock of the cool water sent tingles up my spine. Logan, ever the water enthusiast, took to it effortlessly, with strong, determined strokes.Holding onto his shoulders, I felt the gentle pull of the water, laughing as he expertly navigated, taking me on a mini aquatic tour. The world seemed to blur, replaced by bubbles, muted laughter, and the serenity of being submerged.Every so often, Logan would look back, checking on me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Encased in the cool embrace of the pool, it felt as if the complexities of the world had melted away, replaced by the simple joy of the m
EllaThe evening was unusually cool, and the air held the crispness of an impending storm. As I walked along the periphery of the yacht, the cool breeze gently teased my hair, whispering secrets of the sea into my ears.The yacht itself was magnificent, a true testament to wealth and extravagance. Every inch sparkled, reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight.Pulling my jacket tighter around me, I inhaled deeply, allowing the salty air to soothe my frazzled nerves. The party below deck had long since gone quiet, but the lavish bedroom I shared with Logan was no respite, either. I needed a break, some time alone to collect my thoughts.The sky was painted with the inky blue of dusk, and the horizon seemed to stretch endlessly before me. I walked to the edge of the yacht, leaning on the railing, and felt the coolness seep through the metal into my palms. Below, the ocean waves kissed the side of the boat, whispering its secrets to anyone who would be willing to listen.As I looked into