Callum POVThe once-glamorous club looks like a war zone. Tables are overturned, shattered glass litters the floor, and spilled drinks glisten under the strobing lights. High-pitched screams and furious shouts blend into a cacophony of sound, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.Women—dozens of them—are at each other’s throats. Fists flying, nails clawing, and hair being pulled as drinks are tossed in all directions. It’s a full-blown brawl, not some minor scuffle.“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, my eyes darting across the mayhem. “I thought the guys were the ones who fought hard,” I manage to laugh weakly, nudging Dante.“Not the time,” he growls, his jaw tightening as he surveys the wreckage. Then, in his commanding voice, he roars, “Shut off the music!”I rush to turn on the overhead lights, flooding the room with harsh brightness. But it doesn’t have the effect we hoped for. The fighting doesn’t even falter.Pushing through the chaos, Dante and I wade into the fray. Chairs scrape agai
Callum POVBy the time we find Luna, the scene is devastating. Her body is marked with bruises, her clothes torn off and in tatters on the floor. Her disheveled state tells a story of violence and desperation that makes my blood run cold. Dante stands over her, his rage barely restrained, the darkness in his eyes promising retribution. Without a word, he grabs her by the arm, his grip firm but not cruel, and shoves her toward me.“Take her out,” he growls, his voice a menacing edge that cuts through the tension like a knife. “And don’t fucking look at her body.”I catch her as she stumbles, my arms steadying her before she falls. The weight of his words hangs in the air, and I nod, my throat tight with unspoken anger and guilt. I lift Luna into my arms, cradling her battered form against me, and carry her toward the car one of our men had waiting nearby. Every step feels heavier as the reality of what she’s endured sinks in.Once outside, the cold night air hits us like a slap, and I
Callum's POVNavigating through the chaos, I make my way upstairs, the need to see Lilly driving me forward. When I finally step into my apartment, she’s there, lying on the bed with a soft, tired smile. Relief floods through me, washing away the tension of the night. Without a word, I move to her, needing her grounding presence more than ever.Reaching her side, I gently lift her head and my heart clenches at the sight of the stitches on her forehead. “You had stitches,” I whisper, my fingers tracing the raised skin.Lilly shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s fine,” she replies, but her expression betrays the pain she must have gone through.“It’s not fine! You were injured Lilly,” I say firmly, grasping her face in my hands. “I’m telling Dante about us, I know you don’t want anyone to know but he needs to be aware.” Maybe not right now as he’s busy dealing with Luna, but eventually I will tell him. “I hated that I couldn’t just hold you in the club, instead I had to act like you were just ano
Callum POVRemoving my fingers from her spasming hole, I bring them to her lips. “Suck,” I command harshly. “Taste yourself on me. Show me how badly you want to please me.”Lilly parts her lips and takes my digits into her hot little mouth. Moaning around them, she laves her tongue over my skin, lapping up her own arousal.The erotic sight makes my painfully hard cock throb with need. I grind against the supple curves of her ass, letting her feel how much I want her.“Such an eager whore for me,” I groan. Yanking my hand from her mouth, I quickly replace my fingers with my shaft, rubbing the swollen head through her drenched folds. “Is this what you need, baby? You need my fat cock splitting you open?”“Yes!” Lilly nearly screams. “Fuck me, ruin me, wreck me. I’m yours, all yours!”I grip her hips bruisingly and notch the swollen head of my erection at her entrance. With one brutal snap of my hips, I bury myself to the hilt in her tight, scorching heat.Lilly screams in ecstasy, her
Callum POV I cover her body with my own, settling between her spread thighs. We both groan as I rub my already hardening shaft through her slick folds.“Tell me who this sweet cunt belongs to,” I growl, teasing her entrance with shallow thrusts.“You, only you!” Lilly gasps, arching up to take me deeper. “Please, I need you...”Gripping her hips, I surge forward, burying myself to the hilt in one fluid stroke. Her tight walls clutch at me greedily. I set a slow, deep rhythm, savoring each drag of my heavy cock through her scorching heat.“That’s right,” I rasp. “This perfect pussy is mine. You’re mine. I’ll never let anyone else touch you, Lilly. You’re my beautiful fucktoy, and I’ll never get enough of ruining you.”My dirty promises drive her wild. She lets out a desperate mewl and digs her nails into my shoulders. “Yes, Callum! I’m yours, I’ll always be yours. Ruin me, wreck me, destroy me for anyone else.”I pull nearly all the way out before slamming back in, making Lilly cry ou
Callum POVI sit on the edge of the bed, watching Lilly as she lies curled up, her breath soft and even as she sleeps. My hand moves instinctively, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. She stirs slightly, leaning into my touch, and a small smile plays on her lips even in sleep. I should lie down with her, should let my own exhaustion pull me under, but my mind refuses to quiet.Dante. Luna. Brian. Sasha.It all churns in my head like a storm. Every piece of this chaotic puzzle feels too fragile, too sharp-edged, and I can’t shake the feeling that something’s about to snap.I glance at the clock. The hours are ticking by, the night pressing on, but my instincts won’t let me rest. Carefully, I stand, slipping away from Lilly’s side. Her absence in my arms feels like a loss, but there’s too much to do, too many threats looming.I pull on a shirt and head out, the soft click of the door behind me barely audible. Moving down through the quiet
Callum POV“This is how Justin would’ve talked about Dante before he left. They were like brothers once. But when Justin came back, everything had changed.”“Tell me about it,” she says, her lips curving into a small, encouraging smile.I sigh deeply, leaning back as memories rush forward. “Justin wanted a man dead. He came to Dante for help. Back then, they were inseparable—always laughing, always having each other’s backs. But this man wasn’t just anyone. He was dating a woman Justin was obsessed with. Dante refused, said he wouldn’t kill someone just because Justin was jealous.”Her expression shifts, shock flashing across her face. Clearly, Justin never shared this part of his story.“Justin disappeared for a while after that,” I continue, my voice steady but tinged with regret. “When he came back, everything was different. Dante knew it too. He tried to act like
Callum POVThe door swings open abruptly, and Sasha strides in. I tense immediately as her sharp glare locks onto me. Groaning, I narrow my eyes at her, the tension between us crackling like a live wire. “You’re supposed to be gone. What the hell, Sasha?”Luna’s hand twitches on the armrest, her voice soft yet insistent. “It’s my fault, Callum. Don’t blame her. It’s on me.”I turn my glare back to Sasha, fury bubbling just beneath the surface. “No, it’s on her,” I snap, my voice rising. “She didn’t do it for you, Luna. She did it for herself. Didn’t you, Sasha? Tell her the truth. Then leave.”Sasha crosses her arms, her defiance palpable. “I hated how obsessed Dante became with you,” she admits coldly, her voice dripping with venom. “I tried to warn him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. He spent more time with you, getting more obsessed, a
Serena POVI feel calm in a way I can’t explain. The weight that always lingers, the constant suffocating pressure, is gone. I wasn’t sure what my plan was when I walked in here. I woke up, heard the shower running, and something inside me just moved, pulling me toward the sound, toward him.The moment I stepped inside, I saw him. Water running over his tense body, hands braced against the tiles, muscles locked tight. When I touched him, he jerked like I had shocked him. His body reacted before his mind could stop it. That reaction sent a thrill through me, something I hadn’t felt in so long.I step further into the shower, walking around until I stand directly in front of him.“Firefly, out,” he mutters, voice tight.I move closer instead. There’s something about him that makes me want to be near him, that makes me crave that feeling he gives me, the one where I feel real, feel alive.“You didn’t fuck me,” I whisper, searching his face. I’m not saying it because I feel like I need hi
Jace POV“Count for me,” I instruct, my voice firm but steady. Without waiting for a response, I bring the paddle down with more force against her upper thigh.“One,” she gasps, her body tensing before quickly relaxing into the sensation.I continue, alternating between her thighs, her ass, and the curve of her hips, watching as her skin warms under each controlled strike. I push the intensity just a little further each time, testing her limits, feeling her reactions shift between sharp gasps and breathy moans. By the time we reach ten, her body is flushed a beautiful shade of pink, her muscles loose, her breaths uneven.“Good girl,” I murmur, setting the paddle aside. My voice is low, soothing, meant to anchor her even as I prepare to take her further. “Now for something different.”I pick up the flogger, letting the soft leather strands dance over her sensitized skin. She shivers instantly, her breath catching, her body trembling under the featherlight touch. I watch as anticipation
Jace POVWhen the feather brushes against her inner thighs again, her legs tremble, parting slightly without thought. I watch as the tension in her hands loosens, her fidgeting slowing, her mind beginning to quiet. She’s sinking into it now, letting the sensation take over.Setting the feather aside, I reach for the pinwheel and an ice cube, the stark contrast between the two designed to overwhelm her senses.The moment the cool metal of the pinwheel makes contact with her hip, she shudders, her skin tightening under the delicate prickle of each tiny spike. I roll it up her side, the subtle drag leaving a trail of awareness in its wake. Her breathing shifts, turning into soft, shallow pants as I circle the pinwheel along the curve of her breast, teasing but never fully touching.At the same time, I press the ice cube to her lips. Her gasp is sharp, instinctive, her mouth parting slightly from the shock of cold. I take advantage of the moment, dragging the ice along her neck, leaving g
Jace POVBy the time we pull up outside, I’ve made my decision. I climb off my bike and walk straight to her, grabbing her wrist before she can say anything and leading her inside. But I don’t take her to my apartment. Instead, I step into the lift, pressing the button that takes us downstairs.She doesn’t question it right away, just watches me with that sharp, wary gaze, waiting for whatever comes next.When we step out, I walk her down the hall to a vacant room, pushing the door open and stepping inside before locking it behind us. The air shifts instantly, her body going still as her eyes flick around the space. It’s simple—clean, dim lighting, nothing extravagant—but the energy in the room is different, charged with something she doesn’t fully understand yet.“Have you done anything like this before?” I ask quietly, watching her closely.Her head shakes, a slow, hesitant movement, but her eyes don’t leave mine.“Okay,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “We’ll start with the basics.
Jace POVI need to put a stop to this.That’s the only reason I’m back here, standing in the middle of this fucking street, watching her make the worst decision of her life like it means nothing. The guy in the car doesn’t give a damn, his lazy smirk saying he’s already won. He’s not going anywhere. He’ll sit there all fucking night if he has to, waiting for her to crack, waiting for her to climb inside like she’s done a hundred times before.Her hand moves to open the door, and I reach out, grabbing her wrist before she can. “I’ll pay you,” I say, voice tight, my chest burning with frustration. “Don’t get in that car, please.”Something’s off. She’s different today, her energy too erratic, too wild, like she’s running on something other than adrenaline. The way her body sways, the way her pupils are blown wide—it’s not just the club, not just the high of the moment.Then she tilts her head, eyes locking onto mine, and she grins, teeth flashing in the dim light.“Will you fuck me, Jac
Serena POVChecking my bag it's empty. I don't understand, I remember it in my hand, but did I give him it?“You said you had it,” Dale continues, voice steady. “But you never gave it to me. You must have lost it.”“No,” I whisper, shaking my head again. My throat tightens, panic trying to claw its way back up. “I—”His sigh is soft, almost disappointed. “You’ve been all over the place, Sera. You were late taking your tablets, you were shaking so bad you could barely stand… maybe you thought you gave it to me, but you didn’t.”I try to argue, but the words don’t come. The way he says it, the way he looks at me like I’m something fragile, something easily broken—it makes me hesitate. The confidence I had in my memory crumbles, the cracks widening with every second of silence between us.I was late. I was shaking. I don’t even remember how I got here, not really. The ride, the searching, the desperation—it’s all a blur, a mess of fragmented pieces that don’t fit together.Maybe I did fo
Serena POV“I warned you,” he says, voice calm, too casual. “Told you not to be late again, didn’t I?” He leans back against the bar, stretching his arms out along the counter like this is nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “And yet, here we are. You fucking up, me waiting for you to figure it out, and now you get to deal with your dad like I said you would.”A cold sweat breaks out along my back. My chest tightens as the words sink in, my panic twisting into something more dangerous. I shake my head, forcing myself to swallow the lump in my throat. “Dale, please. You can’t—he’ll—” My voice cracks, but I don’t care. He knows exactly what my father would do if he thought I wasn’t taking my meds right.Dale watches me struggle, his lips twitching at the corners like he’s savoring it. He leans in slightly, voice dropping just enough to make sure I hear every damn word. “I can. And I will. You’re making my life harder, Sera. I told you the rules. I told you what happens if you don’t
Serena POVMy body trembles, the shakes making it harder to hold onto the handlebars as I ride. My vision blurs in and out, my skin crawling with that unbearable itch that only gets worse the longer I go without my pills. My thoughts slip in and out of focus, fragmented and disjointed, like pieces of a puzzle that won’t fit together. I don’t remember half the ride by the time I stop outside the house, my heart pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to break free.I barely get off my bike before I’m moving, legs unsteady as I push through the door. My breaths come fast, uneven. The world tilts for a second, but I ignore it, shoving past the few people lingering inside and taking the stairs two at a time. My hands shake as I reach his door, and I knock hard.“Dale!” My voice comes out rough, cracking on his name. No answer. I knock again, harder. “Please, Dale!”The door stays silent.“He left,” Joanne’s voice cuts through my panic, and I spin to face her, my stomach twisting.“What?
Jace POV“So she’s been close to death,” he muses, his voice softer now, almost admiring. “She’s witnessed it. Felt the fear of it. And at some point, she realized how alive it made her feel in that moment.”I shake my head. “No. Because she hasn’t. That’s the thing. There’s nothing. Not even a broken fucking bone,” I mutter. The frustration burns under my skin, because none of it makes sense.Rich leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his expression shifting—darker, something lurking behind his eyes that makes my spine go rigid.“You can face death and show no signs of it, Jace,” he murmurs, his voice too smooth, too knowing. “Death doesn’t have to be messy and loud. It can be calm while being completely fucking insane. It can be clean, but still leave blood in your mind that never washes off.”Something in my stomach knots as I watch him, the way his gaze sharpens, his fingers drumming idly against the desk like he’s enjoying the moment.“It can be a moment of pure terror,”