"I've found out the name of the man Maximus plans to marry Isabella off to," Hudson mentioned in the room, his gaze serious. He had been working endlessly to get the information. "His name is Silence.""Silence?" Tatiana exchanged a look with Cassius. He hadn't heard that name before either."I know Silence," Valentino's voice sounded from the corner, his wolf sitting by his side."Who is he?" Jaxon asked."He's a blue-eyed freak, like my bestie here."Cassius rolled his eyes. There he goes again.Valentino stood and approached the table. "He's unbeatable. Trust me, you don't want to face him. The way he destroys his enemies is fucking ruthless.""That dangerous?" Hudson asked, and Valentino nodded with a serious look. Tatiana began to freak out bit by bit, but when she felt Cassius' hand holding hers, she calmed slightly."What does he want?" Cassius asked Valentino."No one knows. He's mysterious. No one knows where he's from or who he really is. He's like a shadow, with an army of
Tristan found Maximus overlooking the city as he stepped into his room. Tristan stopped and observed him for a while. His brother had been acting quite strange recently; he hardly got updates from him."Hey, Max," Tristan greeted, and Maximus glanced over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. "Is something troubling you? You've been quite off lately."Maximus didn't reply as he returned his gaze back to the city.Tristan sighed at his brother's cold attitude."I'm heading to my territory, as you said. I'll be back once Silence arrives," he announced.Maximus finally spoke, his voice devoid of emotion. "Good luck, brother."Tristan clicked his tongue. "Fucking creepy," he muttered and left the room.Maximus' eyes fluttered closed. The fact that his brother and wife had something going on right under his nose made his blood boil. He hadn't touched Odessa in two years, and he didn't mind if she fucks around... but not with his own brother. He just couldn't get the indecent scene out o
Catelyn stormed her way into the mansion, ignoring the maids and guards who bowed in her presence. She pushed her way into his room, her gaze finally locking onto the man she was looking for-her older brother."Tell me this isn't true," Catelyn's voice trembled. Maximus looked up at her, his usual stoic expression unchanging. He didn't seem surprised by her return."Hello, little sis...""Don't you dare greet me," she cut him off. "Tell me you didn't fake Isabella's death, that you didn't send your eighteen-year-old daughter to a brothel to sleep with different men and have a bastard child. Tell me you didn't send Maya into an abusive marriage on purpose just for your empire. Tell me you didn't make Tatiana go through hell... Tell me!" Catelyn's voice rose, her eyes blazing with fury.Maximus remained calm, asking a simple question, "How is this your concern?""My concern?" Catelyn scoffed in disbelief. "I watched Tatiana traumatized by everything you put her through. They are your bl
Odessa stepped hastily into Maximus's room, her gaze disturbed as it fell on him."What happened to Tristan?" she asked, worry lacing her voice. When he didn't reply, she exclaimed, "What happened to Tristan?!"Maximus slowly turned to look at her, his gaze cold. "What?""H...he's your brother. Are you not going to save him?" she asked. She had just received the news of Tristan's territory being ambushed, and it caused her heart to clench."So?" he questioned, approaching her slowly. Odessa found his gaze strange. His reaction baffled her, and she knew better than to anger the man before her, especially when he was in this kind of mood."We should send the men and help him...""No one is sending anyone to save Tristan. He got what was coming to him," Maximus responded, and Odessa's eyes slowly widened."You..." Her lips parted in disbelief. "You knowingly handed your brother over to the Kings?""What? Are you so disappointed?" he asked, stepping forward again. Odessa couldn't bear the
At school, Leonard watched his brother being surrounded by other classmates. Rafael was now bold, calm, and acting confident, while Leonard, on the other hand, was cautious of him.The scene of Rafael cutting his cheek had somehow traumatized him."Your brother is hot," his girlfriend said beside him, and his eyes snapped toward her."You don't mean that, do you?" he gritted his teeth."Um... yes, I do. You're acting weird. It seems like your spirit has transferred to your brother... And I... fell for that spirit," she packed her books and went to meet Rafael with a smile.Leonard scoffed and muttered, "I'll fucking kill him. I swear it."___"You motherfucking son of a bitch!" Tristan screamed insanely as Hudson let go of the electrifying machine.Tristan's hands were chained above his head, his legs bound to the floor. A collar was around his neck, and blood cascaded down his battered body.Pain washed over Tristan like a crashing wave. His bones felt like water, his eyes were red a
Frustrated muffles could be heard as Jolene struggled to get out of the water, but the strong hand held her in place. Her mind was becoming blank and hazy as her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen.She was slipping into darkness. Was this how she was going to die?Just before she could pass out, a voice boomed across the space."Hey! What the heck are you doing?!"Jolene felt Lisa's hand loosen around her neck, and she forced her head out of the water, pushing Lisa away.A loud gasp tore from Jolene's throat, her eyes wide as she collapsed onto the floor. She looked up at the person who had intervened-Paisley and some of her minions.As Lisa made to approach Jolene again, Paisley spoke."I asked you a question," Paisley snapped, and Lisa shot a cold glare at her."Mind your business-""She is my business," Paisley cut in. "I should be the one to deal with her, not you. She's my enemy's assistant, the one who put me into this hell and caused my husband's death. The one who caused the
Before Jolene could stand, she was kicked back down. Lisa hovered over her as Jolene struggled to get away from her grip."Please, no! Stop! Arghh! Help!""Goodbye, Jojo." Lisa raised the knife, ready to stab her, but instead, a loud thud echoed as someone smashed a brick against Lisa's head.Lisa's eyes rolled back, and she passed out beside Jolene.Paisley, who had hit her, exhaled. "I fucking hate that bitch."Jolene quickly stood and gave Paisley a wary and focused look."Why are you here?" Paisley asked."Long story," Jolene muttered, noticing how much Paisley had changed over the months."How's my son?" Paisley asked lightly."He's fine. We've been checking on him," Jolene paused for a moment before speaking again. "Thanks.""This feels like shit... But I hate that bitch. Get out of here. You don't want to get into trouble... She might wake up soon," Paisley said."What about you?""Just get the fuck out of here," Paisley snapped, and Jolene slowly nodded. She turned and left. A
Falcon went straight to Issabella's room. He found the girl gazing into the mirror, lost in thought. When she heard him come in, she stood up with wide eyes and stepped back. "Uhmm... who are you?" she asked softly, her voice trembling. Falcon gazed at her, his eyes scrutinizing her from head to toe. Maximus had told him all about her, and he was impressed by how this girl had survived them all. "Your soon-to-be husband," he responded, and her eyes flashed with fear. She froze, tears welling up in her eyes. "Uhmm... what do you want from me?" she asked. "Isn't it proper for a man to meet his bride before the wedding?" he asked, and she stayed quiet, her fingers nervously fidgeting. Issabella watched as the mysterious man took a step closer, restraining herself from stepping away. His unique blue eyes could captivate anyone-they were intense, cold, and seemed to have seen many things. Her heart raced in fear with each step he took toward her. He lifted his hand to touch
“Come on… it's a reunion dance. You can find her later; she'll be fine.” Angie shook her shoulder to the tune of the music. As Rafael made to speak again, she cut him off. “Afraid that I might beat you like the last time? Just say it; you can't dance better than me.”Rafael scoffed; the challenge made him smirk. “Seriously?”“Yeah, seriously. I'm going to beat you again. Remember you told me you were going to beat me the next time we danced together?”Rafael nodded. “Alright… don't go crying.” He said, drinking some alcohol before joining her to dance.The beat of the music thumped through the club as Rafael and Angie moved to the rhythm. Angie swayed with ease, a playful smirk on her face as she tried to outdance him. Rafael wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, especially not from Angie."You call that dancing?" he teased, spinning around her, his movements smooth and calculated.Angie laughed, tossing her hair back. "Oh, please. You're just warming up."Rafael smirked, stepping
Zade laughed at her pale face. “Just kidding.” He cleared his throat. “Did Rafael really buy you the clothes?” he asked in surprise.“Yes. Is that weird?” she asked, looking around and feeling glad the mobsters had their attention on their business. Though a few guys gave her looks, none approached her because of Zade, and Milena was grateful for it.Zade led her to a counter, helping her settle down.“A drink?” he offered.“Huh? No… I don't drink…”“Seriously?” Zade chuckled. “You need to feel the atmosphere. It would be boring without a drink.”Milena pressed her lips together as Zade slid a cup to her. She looked at the liquid and then back at Zade.She reached for it and took a deep breath before bringing the cup to her lips to drink. But just as the drink was about to touch her lips, someone took it from her.Milena looked up, meeting Rafael's gaze.“Rafael…”“She said she doesn't drink.” Dropping the cup with a loud thud, his eyes locked onto Zade, the air between them a little
It was finally the moment they all had been waiting for: the party.Many of the mobsters were looking forward to this day—a day they could call their own. No training, no missions…just fun.The air was filled with tranquility and excitement. The smiles and happiness on their faces were evident.It was a wild party filled with games, fun, and, of course, sex.Rosa spun to look at Viktor, whose eyes widened with admiration and love.“How do I look?” she asked, raising her head high and posing for him. She was wearing a purple short gown that clung to her slim, tall body.She was beautiful, with her light makeup and jewelry on. Her heels made soft clicks as she approached the stunned man sitting on the bed, completely speechless.His reaction made her know for sure that she was absolutely beautiful.She climbed onto him, parted her legs, and brought her ass against him.“Breathe, baby,” she whispered, kissing his lips gently.Viktor chuckled. “You've stolen my breath away,” he whispered
Viktor frowned as he spotted Rosa sitting alone in a dimly lit room. He seemed to be deep in thought, not even noticing when he stood close to her.“Rosa?” he called but got no response. “Rosa,” he called again, this time shaking her shoulder gently.Rosa snapped out of her trance, meeting his gaze.“Viktor?” she whispered, clearing her throat. “What are you doing here?”“I should be the one asking you that. What are you doing here all alone in the dark?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry.“Nothing… I just needed some time alone. And I'm already leaving.” As she made to walk past him, Viktor held her back.“C'mon, you don't need to keep that locked inside you.”Rosa’s jaw clenched. “Let go,” she demanded, but Viktor did the opposite by pulling her close for a hug.Rosa froze in his embrace, but she didn't return the hug. Viktor drew her closer.“Please,” he whispered, and Rosa slowly broke into tears. Her once brave and smiling self disappeared, replaced by a broken woman who felt
Milena woke up around evening time. Her eyes fluttered open to the strange room. The memory slipped in, and she recalled having a fist training with Angie, getting hurt, and Rosa taking her to the doctor before she passed out.Slowly, she sat up, feeling the pain already fading away. All she had were small aches in her bones… part of her was wrapped in bandages, covered so well as she healed.Milena sighed. The fight in the morning had been pretty scary. For a moment, she thought she was going to die.She was relieved that Rosa stepped in, but then her heart clenched in a strange way. Was she that weak?“Little flower?” Rafael's voice caught her attention; her eyes flicked in his direction in surprise. He stepped into the room, looking worried.“Rafael?” she whispered, feeling her worries wash away at the sight of him.He moved closer, holding her hand gently. “Hey, are you okay? Are you feeling any pain?” The way he stared at her in concern surprised her.Milena nodded. “I’m better.
Rafael decided to check on Milena. He did that sometimes whenever she trained. Though, she didn't see him whenever he visited. It was a sneak peek. His little flower was really trying her best to be strong.The sight of her determination brought a proud smile to his face sometimes.After he was done with his own work, he headed to the training center. However, what he heard sent a shock through his bones.Milena was hurt and had been taken to the clan doctor.“Who trained her today?” Rafael asked one of the mobsters, his voice rougher than usual.“Miss Angie,” he replied, and Rafael's jaw clenched. Without a word, he spun around and headed to the medical center.Reaching there, Rafael's eyes darkened at the sight of Milena. She was lying on the bed, eyes closed, her skin bruised, and her face slightly swollen.As he rushed in, the doctors in the room stood and gave him a light bow.“How is she?” he asked, his eyes not leaving her for a moment.“She has several bruises and a broken rib
The trainees aligned in a cue, hands behind their backs, heads straight up, and shoulders squared. Milena took a deep breath, trying her best to control the storm within her.Angie disliked her. She admitted it clearly the moment she came into the room and threatened her. Milena could only hope she would survive today and not end up with bruises.Besides, there was a party to attend on Friday night, which was two days away.Angie walked toward them with slow, deliberate steps, her eyes scanning each trainee like a predator sizing up its prey. Her gaze lingered on Milena a second too long, making her skin prickle."Alright," Angie said, her voice sharp and commanding. "Today’s going to be different. Viktor might have gone easy on you before, but I won’t. If you want to survive in this world, you’ll need more than just willpower. You’ll need strength, endurance, and above all—discipline."Her eyes narrowed on Milena. "And some of you… have a long way to go."Milena’s stomach knotted. Sh
The sound of his name on her lips was like an addictive song to him. The taste of her folds was like an addictive meal.Where the hell has she been all his life?!Rafael took her greedily, nibbling her sensitive flesh and licking her fluid. So good.His tongue parted her walls, then he shoved it in and out of her.He could tell she was over the moon, judging from her loud moans. The way her body slammed back to him when his tongue went in was the best sight.He took his time savoring her and tasting all of her. Her hand reached for his black hair, tangling her fingers through it and pulling him closer for more.“Oh fûck!” she cursed under her breath, lips parted as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.Her thighs tensed under his hold, and soon she released her wetness.Rafael took all of it, not missing a drop. He licked her dry and kissed her stomach.However, Milena, who had just experienced something out of this world, lay down on the floor breathing hard.Whatever had just hap
Fuck!Fuck!She did it! He wanted her to be the one to submit, and she did. Rafeal's mind went wild but he kept them in check.Her lips remained pressed against his, unmoved. She was inexperienced. It was her first time.Why was she so pure? So pure and trapped with a devil like him. Trapped in his own world. His domain. His hell.He wanted to spoil her… to feel every inch of her. Milena was inexperienced, waiting for his reaction, but he did nothing. She made to pull away, but he slammed his lips back on hers, this time taking the lead.He nibbled her soft lips one after the other, taking each turn to savor the sweetness of them.It was good. Too good. How the fuck did she taste this good? Slowly, she got the hang of it, moving her lips against his and mimicking his movements. She was a fast learner, and… damn! Why the hell was it driving him so crazy?He could kiss her all day.Addictive. He wanted more. Rafeal reached to hold her face in place; his tongue shot out, parting her l