RYANI caused this.The thought twisted in my mind as I stood before Ricardo, the man I had spent years hunting.Four months of watching him lose his mind over his own body’s betrayal. He had no idea that his impotence was my doing.To get close to him, I had conspired with his private doctor, slipping a drug into his system that slowly wrecked his ability to have sex. Every failed attempt, every frustrated outburst… it was all orchestrated by me. And now, standing here in front of him, I was about to undo it.Not out of mercy. Not out of guilt.I was going to fix him so that I could kill him.I’d kill him. Just like he killed my mother.Ricardo sat on the couch, legs spread, his fingers tapping against his knee. His dark eyes were locked onto mine. "You really think you can fix this?”I forced a neutral expression, keeping my posture relaxed. "I wouldn't be here if I couldn't."Reaching into my medical bag, I pulled out a syringe filled with the antidote. A mixture designed to counte
RYANI was so shocked I couldn't move.The man standing in the doorway looked exactly like Ricardo.No. That wasn’t possible.My heart raced as I stared at him, my mind trying so hard to make sense of what I was seeing. A twin? Ricardo had a fucking twin?What the fuck?My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out every other sound in the room. This wasn’t part of the plan. I came here to kill the man who murdered my mother. But now… now I didn’t even know if I had the right one.Why the hell didn’t Lucas tell me about this? Why…"Ryan!"Ricardo’s sharp voice snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts.I blinked, refocusing on him, but his gaze was already locked onto the syringe still clutched in my hand."What the fuck are you holding, Doc?" His voice was lower now.My grip tightened around the syringe. My mind scrambled for a response. "It's a booster," I said smoothly. "It helps speed up the effect of the antidote."Ricardo laughed, shaking his head as he turned toward the man standing
RICARDOI couldn’t remember the last time I felt this fucking good.Last night was a blur of pleasure and euphoria, and this morning? Damn. I hadn’t felt this alive in years. The second I woke up, hard as a rock, I knew something had changed. And it was all thanks to the man currently standing in front of me, looking like he wanted to disappear into the floor.I grinned at him, my good mood making me almost giddy. “You’re a fucking genius, you know that?” I clapped a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “Not only are you good with a syringe, but damn… you were pretty damn good in bed too.” I smirked. “Can’t remember the last time I felt that way.”I let the words hang for a moment before my expression darkened."And about yesterday," I said, my voice dropping just enough to make my point clear."You should never try that kind of stunt with me again. Because, Doc, the next time you pull some sneaky shit like that, I won’t just be giving you a friendly wake-up punch."I le
RAFAELWho the hell was this guy?I couldn't shake the image from my mind… the one that hit me the second I barged into Ricardo's room. I hadn't meant to walk in at that exact moment, but damn. The sight of him standing there, naked, his cock hard and unapologetic…Hell.I wasn’t into men. Never had been. But for some goddamn reason, my mind refused to settle.I exhaled sharply, rubbing my jaw as I signaled one of my most trusted men. He stepped forward, waiting for my order."Follow the doctor," I murmured, keeping my voice low. "Stay out of sight. Make sure he doesn’t suspect anything."The man nodded and slipped away without another word.I sat down, exhaling slowly. My body felt tense… more tense than it should be. I ran a hand down my face, willing my thoughts to move on, but it was no use.Because now, as I sat there thinking about the damn doctor, my cock was already hard again.Damn it.My hand moved almost on its own, slipping beneath the waistband of my trousers.My fingers
RYAN "You want me to do what?"Lucas leaned against his desk. "You heard me. I want you to get close to Rafael. Learn about him. And when the time is right, come back and tell me how to win his heart."I blinked, waiting for him to say he was joking. When he didn’t, I let out a sharp laugh. "Yeah, no. That’s not happening. Why the hell would I do that?"Lucas exhaled, his fingers drumming against the desk. "Because I’ve been secretly in love with Rafael for years, although he wasn't into guys. And for a long time, no one heard a damn thing about him. People thought he was dead. But now, he’s back."I shook my head. "That’s your problem, not mine."Lucas narrowed his eyes. "It is your problem, Ryan. Because this might be your one chance to find out the truth about your mother’s murder."That made me freeze."What?"Lucas stepped forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Ricardo and Rafael know something. One of them ordered the hit. If it was Ricardo, I’ll handle it. But if it was Ra
RYAN“No! Stop!” I roared, stepping in front of Bella before any of Ricardo’s men could make a move. “She didn’t do anything wrong.”Ricardo arched a brow. “She’s a doctor,” I continued. “You said I needed to recruit someone for the hospital, right? That’s exactly what I was doing.”Ricardo lifted his head slightly, then, without a word, he started walking toward me with slow, calculated steps that sent my pulse hammering.Closer.Too close.I clenched my jaw as he stopped just inches away, so near that I could feel his breath ghosting over my face. My heart pounded, not out of fear, but something else. Something I couldn’t even name.Ricardo chuckled lowly. “You’ve got balls, Ryan. You think you’re smart, don’t you?”My throat tightened.Oh, God.Had he figured it out? Did he know the real reason I was here?The silence stretched between us, and I was waiting for the worse to happen.But then, Ricardo smirked. “I know you’re just trying to recruit your little girlfriend to work for m
RYANThe smirk vanished.The air in the room shifted, thick with tension.Ricardo wiped the corner of his mouth, checking for blood. Then, slowly, he looked up at me.And then, he grinned.“Well,” he mused, cracking his knuckles. “Now we’re talking.”I clenched my fists at my sides, my pulse hammering. Every instinct screamed at me to stay on guard, to be ready for whatever he had planned next. But instead of lunging at me, Ricardo leaned back against his desk, “I like it,” he said, lifting his head. “Didn’t know you had that in you.”I gritted my teeth. “Don’t try that stunt with me again,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “I’m here to help, not to be your damn punching bag. I’m your damn doctor, and you need me.”Ricardo’s smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it widened. “Need, huh? That’s a strong word.”I rolled my shoulders, pushing down the frustration bubbling inside me. “Well, if you don’t, why did you ask me to stay?”Ricardo didn’t reply, instead he studied me for a
RYANRicardo's breath came out in a sharp laugh, but it broke off into a groan when I added another finger. "Fuck…"I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear."You're gonna take it. Just like I did."Then I pushed inside him.Ricardo's back arched, a ragged curse tearing from his throat. His hands flew to my arms, his nails digging in, but I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. The heat of him, the way his body clenched around me… God… it was intoxicating.I set a brutal pace, my hips slamming into his, the desk creaking beneath us.Every thrust dragged a broken sound from him, every snap of my hips made his fingers tighten on my skin."You…" His voice was strained."You've been thinking about this, huh?"I gripped his jaw, forcing him to look at me. "Shut up."He laughed, breathless, but it turned into a moan when I angled deeper, hitting that spot that made his legs tremble.The power was dizzying.This was what I wanted. Not just the pleasure, not just the friction… but the control. The way h
RYANSteam still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, towel in my hand and hair damp. I was drying my chest with lazy strokes when I walked into the room and nearly jumped out of my damn skin.Rafael was sitting on my bed, his legs crossed, completely comfortable like he’d been there for hours. His eyes flicked up from his phone… and landed right on my dick.“Dude!” I quickly yanked the towel around my waist, glaring at him. “Ever heard of knocking?”Rafael grinned, completely unbothered. “Ever heard of pants?”I rolled my eyes, turning to grab a T-shirt off the dresser. “What are you even doing in here?”“Came to check up on you earlier. You weren’t around,” he said with a shrug, dropping his phone to the side. “So I figured I’d wait till you came back. How are you feeling now?”“Better. Went out with Ricardo.”His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Oh?”“Yeah. He took me to some training center. Said it’s time I learned how to survive in his world.” I pulled on the shirt, stil
RYAN“Where are we going?” I asked, watching the city lights blur past the windows.Ricardo’s grip on the wheel was steady. “Chill,” he said smoothly. “We’ll be there soon.”He reached over with one hand and took mine, his thumb rubbing small circles into my palm. The tension that had been coiled tight in my chest since Lena showed up slowly began to unwind. I exhaled and leaned back against the seat, letting the hum of the car and the feel of his touch calm me.“I’m glad you’re here with me now,” Ricardo said after a pause. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”“For what?” I asked.“For you to stop running,” he replied. “To stop hiding from who you are. From what you could be.” He glanced at me briefly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “And I can’t wait to teach you everything.”I didn’t respond. Just stared out the window, wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into.Minutes later, we pulled into a wide, gated compound. No sign on the outside. Just a tall concrete wall and a st
RAFAEL"All the goods in their right warehouses already?" I asked, leaning against the hood of the black SUV, my arms crossed, eyes on Marco.He gave a single nod, chewing on a toothpick. "Yeah. Everything’s sorted. Westport, Edenville, and South Ridge. Tight security, all tagged and locked down.""Good." I shifted my gaze to the man under the hood, his sleeves rolled up, hands greased, wiping sweat from his brow."How’s the car?"The mechanic straightened and gave a slight shrug. "Running well now. But she’ll need a service in a few weeks… oil, filters, the usual. She’s been pushed hard lately."I nodded. “Fine. We’ll bring her in.”The guy nodded, then glanced at me with a small grin. “How’s your brother, Ricardo?”I paused, then gave a subtle smile. “He’s good.”“Tell him I said hey. Been a long time since I saw him. We used to run into each other a lot back in the day.”“I’ll let him know,” I said, already stepping toward the passenger side. “He’ll appreciate that.”With a flick
DETECTIVE JOHNI rubbed a hand down my face and leaned back in my chair, staring at the wall in front of me like it might start talking.The board was a mess.Photos. Notes. Red strings connecting people who shouldn't have ever crossed paths. And in the middle of it… Bella.What the hell was she doing in that building?I reached for the file again, flipping it open like I hadn’t already read it five times tonight. My coffee had gone cold. It was already late. But sleep wasn’t happening… not with this puzzle jabbing at my brain like a thorn under skin.Bella. Ryan. Ricardo.What was the connection?Bella was supposed to be Ryan’s girlfriend, right? That’s what I’d heard. But then I found out Ryan used to strip at a club Lena managed. Why was he in that building posing as a damn doctor?I dragged a hand through my hair, sighing.None of it made sense.Ryan’s mother had died in the crossfire of a gang clash between Ricardo’s crew and their rivals, the Cortega family. That much I’d confi
RYANIt was her. My boss from the club.Shit.She walked toward our table with that same bold stride I remembered… her heels clicking against the floor, her sharp eyes locked right on me. The noise in the restaurant dulled, drowned out by the thud of my heart."Ryan," she said again, this time standing right beside our table. "You just disappeared. No notice. No call. Nothing. After everything that happened with your mom..." Her voice trailed off, but her eyes screamed more than her words did. "We were worried sick."I stood slowly, avoiding Ricardo’s curious glance. God, not now. Not with him here.Of all the damn moments.“I know,” I murmured, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m sorry, really. I should’ve reached out. I just... I wasn’t in the right headspace.”Her eyes softened just a little, but then she turned to look at Ricardo, and every trace of warmth vanished.“And what are you doing with him?” Her brows pinched. “You’re sitting here with him?”Ricardo stiffened slightly, hi
RYANRicardo didn’t take his eyes off her. His jaw clenched slightly as he gestured toward me.“Yeah,” he responded. “Ryan was just about to tell me something about you.”Bella arched a brow, strolling in. “Oh? Really?” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “Funny. Because I’ve got something to tell you about him too.”Oh, fuck.This woman…It’s the way she always walks in thinking she’s one step ahead. Like she’s got all the cards and she’s playing poker with two aces tucked in her sleeve.But I knew how to hold her. I wasn’t ready for her. Or maybe I didn’t just want to hurt her.“Go ahead then,” Bella said, flicking her eyes back to me. “Say what you wanted to say before I say mine.”I leaned back against the pillows and gave her a slow, tired smile. “Sure.” I turned to Ricardo.“You shouldn’t worry,” I told him calmly. “I didn’t plant any camera in your room. I would never do that. And maybe… just maybe… Michael was lying.”Ricardo reached for my hand again, gripping it tig
RICARDO I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I took a slow step back from her. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “No. That can’t be right.” Bella didn’t move. She just sat there on the edge of the bed, watching me with that same damn calm in her eyes. “Ryan?” I scoffed, running a hand through my hair. “You’re telling me Ryan is the mole? Bullshit.” She didn’t flinch. I turned around, pacing. My mind was spinning like a goddamn roulette wheel on fire. “No. No way. That bastard… Michael… he lied to you. He was playing games. Trying to mess with your head.” “Ricardo…” “I trust Ryan,” I snapped, “I know it’s only been a few months since he started working with us. But I trust him.” “I’m just telling you what he said,” she said softly. I turned back to her. “What if Matteo sent him? Huh? What if this was all part of their plan? Send some half-dead rat to drop a name just to make us fight ourselves from the inside? Don’t you see it?” “I see it,” she said, “but I also saw the look on Michael
LUCASFuck. Fuck. Fuck!I scattered everything off the desk with a loud crash. Papers flew everywhere as I roared out in rage, the veins on my neck threatening to burst.I could barely think.What the hell was Matteo thinking?I spun around, my chest heaving, rage boiling through every vein. “Why the hell would you try to kill Ryan, huh?! Why?!”Matteo didn’t even flinch. The bastard was sitting there on my couch. Calm. Relaxed. Smirking.“Wasn’t that the deal?” he said, tilting his head. “I handle Ryan. You go after Ricardo. What’s with all the yelling?”I took a step closer, my jaw clenched so tight I thought I’d break a tooth. “You don’t get it, do you? Now Ricardo’s going to come at us with everything he’s got. You think he’s just gonna let this go? He’s gonna kill us, Matteo. All of us.”Matteo laughed.The sound was slow. Calm. Way too fucking confident for someone who’d just started a war.“You really need to chill,” he said, still smiling. “I know Ricardo better than anyone. I
RICARDOAt this point, I was so fucking angry, I could hardly think straight.Ryan was still in the hospital, looking like death himself.I hadn’t slept properly in days, still trying to figure out the best way to hit Matteo back where it hurt.And now… this.Some random bastard planting a goddamn camera in my room.A guy we’ve never seen before. Not staff. Not a visitor. Not anyone with clearance. Just a ghost who somehow walked into my building like it was a public park and tried to spy on us.Unforgivable.Another punch landed. A wet smack of skin on skin. I didn’t flinch.The guy let out a grunt through bloodied lips, but still didn’t speak. His head lolled forward, chest rising and falling.I watched Luis step back, shaking out his fist. “He’s not talking.”“No shit,” I muttered, rising from my seat. My bones ached from sitting too long, my jaw locked tight as I crossed the floor toward him.I stopped a few feet away, arms folded. “What’s his name?”“The tech guy ran it,” Gabe sa