ARI’s pov The sound of running water echoed from the small adjoining bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, my jaw clenched and my hands gripping the sheets tightly. My emotions churned—anger, disbelief, humiliation—all swirling together into a storm I could barely contain. Cross Margiello was in my bathroom. That fact alone was enough to make my skin crawl. He had turned my life upside down in ways I hadn’t even begun to understand, yet he moved through my space as though he owned it, as though I were just some pawn on his chessboard. The bathroom door opened, and steam billowed out. Cross stepped into the room, a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water trailing down his chiseled torso. He didn’t even glance my way as he walked to the chair where his clothes were draped. “It’s almost morning,” he said casually, his deep voice breaking the tense silence. I stared at him, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. He spoke as though nothing had happened, as though hi
ARI’s povI didn’t sleep much. My eyes were bloodshot, and my mind wouldn’t shut off. It kept replaying everything that happened with Cross—his coldness, the way he brushed me off, the slap. I didn’t regret it, but I sure as hell wasn’t proud of it either. It was like I was fighting a battle inside myself—part of me wanted to run far away from everything, to quit this whole mess, to forget about him. But another part of me, the stupid part, the part that still couldn’t let go, wanted to stay in this twisted game I had no business being a part of.I forced myself out of bed, pushing the thoughts of Cross aside, at least for the moment. I had to go to work. I didn’t have a choice.The shower didn’t help clear my head, and the coffee didn’t taste as good as it usually did. I was running on fumes, but I still managed to pull myself together, throwing on my uniform, tying my hair into a tight ponytail, and pretending like nothing was wrong. But I knew better. The moment I stepped into
Ari’s POV It was all Jonathan’s fault! If only he had been a faithful boyfriend then maybe I wouldn’t have carelessly slept with the man my team were after. One minutes I was certain I was going to deal with Cross and take a hold of my life and the next, I was letting it bother me. My mind subtly went to the feel of his lips against my skin and I shrugged it off. Damn Cross! Minute after minute seemed heavier than the one before. At this point in the day, my thoughts were not on my best side and all I wanted was to go home. I was exhausted after Jonathan's interrogation. His accusations and his statements about safeguarding someone weighed heavily on me, making it impossible for me to release them. It was hard to forget about Cross when he was the center of our investigation so there was definitely no forgetting him, even though I knew I couldn't escape him permanently. “Heading home?” I heard Jonathan ask while I grabbed my belongings. Ignoring his gaze, I re
ARI’S POVNo, not tonight.He wasn’t going to waltz into the picture tonight again to be some Prince Charming coming in to save the day.Both men turned to Cross now.“This was supposed to be some guns aside game, dude, but looks like you cheated already!” Instantly, they each pulled out a trigger and trailed it on Cross.My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t understand why. I mean, if they opened fire and rained bullets on him right now, they’ll be putting all my stress to an end. They would be ridding the world off a criminal and my confusion will finally be over.But I noticed a feeling in that split second of picturing him dead and crashing to the ground – fear.I was scared of losing Cross!And everything about that just wasn’t right.I turned to him, partly pleading, partly also being defiant to having to accept the fact that we were outnumbered.“Cross, just put the gun away.” I muttered. It was only a psychological game we played as cops; one that could buy us time to do som
Cross’ POVThe night was thick with smoke and the lingering scent of gunpowder. From a rooftop across the bar, I watched Ariana dash into the alley, her hair wild, her face pale with fear and confusion. Of course, she didn’t know I was up there, but it was better to remain out of the way. I hated the cops, and I couldn’t tell what would happen next if I was to be found in the scene. It was dangerous for her too to even be present anywhere around there but just as I had imagined, she knew how to handle herself.She was quick, sharp—her instincts as a detective were honed to perfection, even in moments of chaos. But this chaos wasn’t supposed to happen.She was supposed to be safe.“Boss, we gotta move.”Gustav’s voice crackled through my earpiece, breaking my focus. I clenched my jaw. We had pulled back just in time to avoid the sirens, but the mess left behind was unavoidable. Two dead men, Ariana at the center of it if anything eventually pointed to her, and the cops crawling over
Ari’s POVThe walk back to my apartment felt longer than usual. The sharp night air bit at my exposed skin, but it wasn’t the cold that had my hands trembling—it was the memory of those two men lying lifeless on the bar floor. Blood pooling around them. Their faces frozen in shock. And Cross… he was gone. Just like that.I couldn’t make sense of it.How had I gotten tangled in such a mess?My footsteps echoed against the empty alleyway as I pulled my coat tighter around me, trying to shake off the weight of tonight. I had been in dangerous situations before—too many to count—but something about tonight felt… different. Like a thread had been pulled loose, and everything was starting to unravel.When I reached my door, my hands were shaking so badly I could barely fit the key into the lock. I finally shoved it open and slipped inside, bolting it shut behind me. The silence of my apartment felt deafening.I kicked off my boots, dropped my coat onto the floor, and sank onto the couch. My
Ari’s POV This thing about Cross was becoming a problem and I couldn’t let him continue echoing in my thoughts and disturbing everything else that mattered to my life. Since the shoot out at the bar, I had not seen Cross which was good, but then, all through work, I couldn’t get myself to focus on something else that wasn’t the lead mafia drug lord in the city who was meant to be my worst enemy. There wasn’t a minute that passed without my insides churning and yearning for all the heat of that night. Enough, Ari! I knew I was being stupid. I had a one-night stand with a man I should have pinned down in my house and earned myself a badge of honor that will nail my career forever. And as if that sin was not enough, I was somehow craving more of that nastiness. The fact remained that Cross was doing a good job staying away from my life for now and this was my good opportunity to do myself some good and outrightly forget him! That was why I was even more pissed off when I came h
Satisfaction… That was a good word for what I felt after my encounter with Cross the previous day. I could still see the pleading hunger in his eyes and composure and could remember just how much it drove me crazy being in control. Still, it wasn’t about just enjoying the sex irrespective of whether I was in control or not. This was never meant to happen at all! I rolled my eyes annoyingly as I tried to focus. I sat at my desk, staring blankly at a half-filled report while my mind replayed the night of the shooting at the bar over and over. The two men. The gunshots. Cross. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t scrub their lifeless faces from my mind. “Earth to Ari!” I snapped out of my daze as Gina, one of the precinct’s most dedicated gossip connoisseurs, leaned over the divider. She was holding a steaming mug of coffee and grinning as if she’d just uncovered the precinct’s juiciest secret. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, her bright red lipstick forming a s
Ari’s POVI kept my breathing steady as I sat across from Derek, forcing a smile while my mind raced. Lady Smith’s voice had been firm in my earpiece—it’s time to move.I lifted my glass of wine, taking a slow sip, my heart pounding as I glanced at Derek. He was oblivious, still smiling, still thinking this was just another normal night. But I knew better.I had exactly one minute.Placing my glass down, I exhaled sharply. “I just need to use the restroom,” I said casually, already pushing my chair back.Derek raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”I nodded quickly. “Yeah. Just freshening up.”He didn’t seem convinced, but he nodded, returning his focus to his plate. I turned on my heels, making my way to the restroom, each step calculated. As soon as I stepped inside, I pressed my back against the door, inhaling sharply.Lady Smith’s voice came through my earpiece. “Five seconds.”I counted them down in my head.Then—chaos.Screams erupted. The unmistakable sound of tables being knocked over
Ari's POVI wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say.Hi? Hello?I was never really such a social person. With my mood all damaged and my entire life still gluing itself bit by bit, I guess I was in a much worse state to relate with anyone.So, this was doomed to get awkward.I never expected to run into him again. The one-night stand from that wild, reckless night with Kaelie. Yet, there he was—standing before me, looking all casual, like we weren’t tangled up in something that should’ve been left in the past.“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” I said, folding my arms nervously. I forgot – that was the first rule of sparking conversations: don’t fold your arms to create a sense of security and blockage.He grinned, his deep brown eyes twinkling with amusement. “I was thinking the same thing.”We stood there for a moment, an odd silence stretching between us. Then he finally chuckled, breaking the tension. “So… how’ve you been?”I raised a brow. “You mean since that night?”He smirked. “
Ari's POVThe walkie-talkie went static, then it glitched. I clicked the button, took it closer to my mouth, then I spoke. “This is Ari reporting. I’m proceeding into the tunnels already.”I waited until a signal came again. “Copy that. After you.”I proceeded inwards. The tunnels were damp, the air thick with the stench of rusted metal and stagnant water. Shadows stretched long against the curved walls, flickering under the dim beams of our flashlights. My grip tightened around my gun as I moved ahead, signaling the team to stay close. We had been tracking this deal for weeks, waiting for the right moment to strike, and now—Now was the time.A whispered command crackled through my earpiece. "Stay sharp, Detective Walsh. We move when you signal."I barely acknowledged the voice. My focus was on the figures up ahead. Three men stood beneath a single hanging light, exchanging words in hushed tones. A briefcase sat between them, slightly ajar, revealing stacks of money notes. The de
Cross' POV I was breathless. Spent even. My body was limp and tired as I lay on the bed. The amount of willpower needed to hold back the urge to give in was tasking and after I did, I was still feeling the effect. I felt Mira's mouth coat my cock as she sucked and slurped hungrily on my cum. It had been way over a minute since she made me beg and since I came, and she was still sucking hard on my cock. Even though I was weak and tired, I felt my strength returning and I wasted no time in picking her up and falling her on the bed. "You'll pay for making me beg." I whispered as I leaned down to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipple. I didn't need to do much as my fingers trailed down her body and found her pussy. Bare, wet and dripping for me. I pushed a finger into her, causing her to gasp. She was so tight, and so wet, and the thought of fucking her made my cock stir. I moved my fingers slowl
Mira's POVI stiffened for a moment when Cross uttered those words. My heart raced with mixed feelings, each one sending new sensation through my body.He needed me, at this moment, at this point. And I would be here for him.I kissed his back hungrily, my hands pulling off his shirt and kissing down his chest, trailing my tongue along the outline of his muscles.Cross watched as I undressed him, his eyes filled with want and desire, his breaths ragged.I continued to kiss him, kiss his muscles and leave marks on his firm body. My back curved as I buried myself in his scent, inhaling deeply and exhaling over his skin.Cross tried to push me onto the bed, but I refused, holding him down. I wanted this, wanted to be top now, I wanted to make him feel good.Hell, I needed his cock in me, and I needed to ride it hard and fast, make him beg me to stop.I looked up at him and saw his gaze fixed on me, hungry and needy. I smiled, my hands reaching down into his trouser and pulling it off alo
Cross' POVAfter that day, I avoided Mira at every opportunity.I busied myself in the house, waking up early and returning late, spending the entire day outside if possible. Sometimes I would interact with the guards, ask them for some spar to keep my body in shape, help around with one or two little chores just so I wouldn't have to cross paths with her.And on occasions when I had no choice but to be in the same room as her, I kept my responses short, simple and indifferent.But regardless of how much distance I put between us, I could always feel her presence like a shadow stalking me.I knew she was frustrated.Most of the time I saw it in the way she clenched her fists whenever I walked away from a conversation or heard it in the sharpness of her voice when she spoke my name.But what was I supposed to do?Pretend that night meant nothing? Pretend that the moment I kissed her, the moment I touched her and had sex with her something inside me hadn’t cracked?I wouldn’t.And I sur
Mira's POVCross held my hands as his lips gently brushed against mine, his movements slow, gentle and hesitant. His tongue traced along the seam of my lips, teasing, before slipping inside and tasting me.The kiss was a dragged out one, long sweet, passionate. He kissed me as if I were the only thing that mattered at this moment, his hands cupping my face, his thumbs caressing my cheekbones.I moaned softly into the kiss, pulling him down with each pull. When it got too intense, Cross pulled off my top, leaving me bare and exposed to him.He trailed a path of hot wet kisses, starting from my lips which he pulled occasionally and bit, to my jawline and then to my neck.His hands moved down, cupping my breast, massaging and rolling them around his fingers, eliciting moans from me."You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He asked, his breath hot against my skin.I nodded, looking up at him and meeting his gaze. His eyes were emotionless, empty. It was then I knew he didn't like it, but he w
Cross' POVI was breathless. Spent even. My body was limp and tired as I lay on the bed.The amount of willpower needed to hold back the urge to give in was tasking and after I did, I was still feeling the effect.I felt Mira's mouth coat my cock as she sucked and slurped hungrily on my cum.It had been way over a minute since she made me beg and since I came, and she was still sucking hard on my cock.Even though I was weak and tired, I felt my strength returning and I wasted no time in picking her up and falling her on the bed."You'll pay for making me beg." I whispered as I leaned down to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipple.I didn't need to do much as my fingers trailed down her body and found her pussy. Bare, wet and dripping for me.I pushed a finger into her, causing her to gasp. She was so tight, and so wet, and the thought of fucking her made my cock stir.I moved my fingers slowly at first, but gradually, her moans grew louder, and soon, I was fingering her, sliding two
Cross' POVI thought it was over. I mean, she should have gotten the message clearly. Yeah, she had held my dick and I still didn’t give in. So screw her. I was sure it was just a matter of time before she gave up on everything.However, the night was far from peaceful. I had barely settled into bed when I heard it—the unmistakable sound of retching echoing from down the hall. For a moment, I considered ignoring it. Whatever Mira was doing, it wasn’t my problem. But then came the sound of something heavy hitting the floor.A loud thud.My instincts kicked in again. I wanted to hesitate. I wanted to ignore her to the last but Mira was goddamned desperate. She could implicate me. I bolted upright, throwing the covers aside and rushing toward the source. My stomach clenched as I reached her doorway and saw her slumped on the floor, her body trembling, her breaths shallow.“Shit,” I muttered under my breath as I crouched beside her.Her skin was cold, damp with sweat. Her lips were pale,