Lips meet; Bodies tangle. It should never have happened. Opposites, who could never attract. Enemies, who were never able to coexist. That was what Ariana and Cross were to each other. She was the city’s most famous detective, known for her crackdown on gang activity that once plagued the cityscape day and night. And Cross? He was THE most powerful Mafia Don. Everything was at his disposal: money, loyalty, sex. But when night falls and enemies become lovers, the line begins to blur between love and hate. Ariana feels like a traitor to her city. But Cross is relentless and unwilling to let go of her after a taste and Ariana is willing to let him own her.
View MoreAri’s POVThe morning light filtered through the thin curtains, a dull glow settling over the room. I blinked awake, my body heavy with sleep, my thoughts sluggish—until they weren’t.It all came rushing back.Derek. Last night. The warmth of his hands, the quiet hum of his voice in the dark, the way I had let myself be distracted—let myself sink into something that wasn’t overwhelming. That wasn’t suffocating.And yet, the only thing pounding in my chest was the lingering unease.Because before Derek… before any of it… I had seen him.Or I thought I had.Cross.The sharp angle of his jaw, the way his shoulders carried a weight I had memorized. It had only been a moment, but it had felt so real. Real enough to shatter the fragile peace I had been trying to build.I squeezed my eyes shut. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been.But the doubt wouldn’t leave me.Beside me, Derek shifted, exhaling a deep sigh before rolling onto his side. A second later, his arm slid over my waist, his fing
Ari's POVThe world outside no longer existed.Not the flashing lights, not the drunks outside making being themselves, not the sound of cars running by in the distance, not the voices in my head telling me I should still be mad. Nothing mattered except the way Derek's lips moved against mine. Slow, passionate and deliberate, almost like he had all the time in the world.But I didn't want that.My hands tangled in his shirt, fisting the fabric as I pressed closer, heat coiling tight in my stomach. But just as I deepened the kiss, just as I let myself drown in him—He pulled back.I blinked, breathless and confused. "You're kidding me."Derek smirked, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. "Told you, I like to savor."Whatever he had in mind, it won't happen today.I grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him back down, crashing my lips against his. He let out a low chuckle but didn't resist—at least, not right away.Then, just when my hands slid under his shirt, just when I was
Ari’s POVThe clock on the wall ticked away slowly, each second stretching unbearably long. My fingers gripped the edge of the couch, my knuckles turning white, body stiff with unease. I had tried calling, texting. Even pacing the damn apartment until my legs ached.But Derek was still missing.I sighs deeply seeing as I wasn't getting any results. "Where could he be or have gone to?" I breathed out.The night was silent, eerily. The chaos of the bar still played in my head—the shouts, the flashing lights, the feeling of my heart pounding so violently I thought it might burst. And then… Cross.Or at least, my mind's twisted version of him.I buried my face in my hands, feeling the weight of it all bear down on me. "God, I'm losing it."Then next, I heard a sound.Soft. Barely noticeable, but I heard it.The faint click of the front door unlocking.I stood up instantly, my pulse spiking. The apartment was locked. I was sure of it.Since the last knock I heard, I made sure to close a
Cross’ POVMy fists balled at my side the minute our eyes locked onto each other. Ari.She stood there, her emotions raw on her face as if she had seen the unbelievable. Before either of us could make the next move, someone crashed into her and she got knocked to the ground, giving me a little time to make my escape.I dashed to the exit closest to me and made my way out of the chaos, my men following behind me.As we made it out, I couldn't get the image out of my head—the way she looked, that raw, unguarded shock on her face.I didn't expect her to be there. Hell, I didn't want her to even see me. But fate was a cruel bitch, dragging placing both of us in a place like this when I had my eyes set on catching my target. I clenched my jaw, trying to force the memory out of my head. I needed to focus.Getting to the back of the building, I called out to my men and told them to call off the attack, telling them we were heading back to base immediately, but one of them stepped forward,
Ari’s POVI never should have come here.The second Jonathan pulled me aside, I knew this wasn’t just some casual conversation. The way he smirked, the way his eyes gleamed with something malicious—I should have walked away.But I didn’t.“What do you want, Jonathan?” My tone was cold, arms crossed tightly against my chest.He exhaled dramatically. “Can’t an ex check in on someone?”I scoffed. “Cut the bullshit.”His lips curled into a knowing smile. “Alright, fine. I just find it amusing, that’s all. You, playing house with some guy like Derek.”I didn’t flinch. “And why the hell do you care?”Jonathan took a step closer, lowering his voice. “Because I know you, Ari. I know you better than anyone. And I know this whole thing you’re doing—it’s a joke.”I stiffened.He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against my ear. “Tell me, does Derek know what it’s like to break you? To own you?”Rage crawled up my spine.I clenched my fists. “You’re disgusting.”Jonathan chuckled darkly. “Come
Cross’ POVKouvu was not going to be easy. At least, I knew this much. I had to find my way to him. That was the most difficult part. Unlike others I could catch in my grasp when I felt like, Kouvu was slippery. He had no base. He had no domain. He was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I still remembered him quite well, down to the time he caused the riff between Ari and I. He had always been a slippery bastard, never one to face a fight head-on. Instead, he lurked in the shadows, sending messages like riddles, taunting, provoking. Testing my patience.I sat in the dimly lit room of our hideout, my fingers tightening around my phone as I reread the latest message he had sent.You keep chasing ghosts, Cross. But if you want the real thing, meet me. Alone.Attached was a location—a rundown warehouse on the far end of town, isolated, the kind of place where men walked in but didn’t walk out.He knew about the revolution I was making already. The street had its travel network and
Cross’ POVThe night was thick with smoke and tension. The air stung of gunpowder and sweat. My men stood before me, a solid mass of warriors who had followed me through blood and fire. They had scattered when the world thought I was dead, but now?Now, they were back.And I was going to give them something to believe in again.I stood on the makeshift stage—a worn-out crate in the middle of an abandoned warehouse we were using as a temporary base. My gaze swept over the crowd. Some faces were familiar, some new, but all carried the same hardened look. The look of men who had seen war.I exhaled, rolling my shoulders. Then, I spoke.“You all thought I was dead.” My voice was steady, cutting through the silence like a blade. “Hell, I thought I was dead too.”A murmur rippled through the crowd. I could see it in their eyes—the weight of everything they had lost when I was gone.“But you know what’s funny?” I let my lips curl into a smirk. “Dead men don’t come back to take what’s theirs.
Ari’s POVThe game continued.It was a ridiculous game, but one I wasn’t willing to lose. Derek and I had established a silent agreement—if we were going to mess with Jonathan and Kaelie, we were going to do it thoroughly.It started with a simple outing. Derek and I met at a small, upscale café, one of those modern, aesthetic places with overpriced coffee and moody lighting. We sat near the glass windows, basking in the golden afternoon light.Jonathan and Kaelie “coincidentally” showed up five minutes after we had settled in. I could see Jonathan’s jaw clench when he spotted us, but Kaelie, ever the oblivious one, waved enthusiastically.“Hey, guys! What are the odds?” she chirped.Derek smirked, resting his arm over the back of my chair in a way that screamed possession. “Crazy world, huh?”Jonathan slid into the chair across from us, not bothering to hide his disdain. “Really is. Funny how people keep showing up in the most unexpected places.”I smiled sweetly. “Well, it’s a small
Ari’s POVI woke up feeling lighter than I had in a long time. Maybe it was the sheer thrill of the game Derek and I had set in motion, or maybe it was the satisfaction of finally deciding to put Jonathan and Kaelie in their place. Either way, as I stretched in bed, my phone rang. Derek.“Morning, princess,” he said smoothly, his voice still groggy with sleep.I smirked, sitting up. “Morning, warrior. You sound like you just rolled out of bed.”“Because I did.” He yawned audibly. “Had some really weird dreams. You were in them.”I raised an eyebrow. “Good or bad?”“Good… depending on how you look at it. You were lecturing me about my eating habits while we were stuck on a deserted island. You kept yelling something about protein intake.”I chuckled. “Sounds accurate.”“Anyway,” Derek’s voice turned playful. “Are we still playing the game?”I exhaled, swinging my legs off the bed. “You tell me.”“Well, if we’re doing this right, you need to make up with Kaelie. Act like nothing happene
ARI’s POVCold rage spun through me at the sight I was witnessing.I'd just gone to the restroom for a break. It had been less than 10 freaking minutes since I left.Yet now, Jonathan, my boyfriend, was openly flirting with the waitress on our seat, ogling her while she accepted his advances.He was cheating on me so openly, and on my birthday dinner no less.I'd seen the flirtatious messages on his phone on occasion, heard his apologies time and time again, but this?This was the last straw. I was done.I strutted back to the table, receiving their startled looks. Jonathan looked stricken as if he'd forgotten I existed.“Baby-” I cut him off before he could say anything more. Staring at the number on the napkin, no doubt from the blonde waitress a bitter smirk crawled up my lips.“We're done.” I snapped. Grabbing my purse I stormed out of the restaurant, meeting the cold evening air.I didn't bother carrying a car here because he was driving me. Now I was left to walk the streets alo...
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