Ari’s POV The world tilted slightly as the bartender’s casual grin stayed fixed on me. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to act—to do something. But my feet were rooted to the pavement, and my heart pounded in my chest like a war drum. I forced myself to breathe, one shallow breath after another, until I finally found my voice. “Look,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady, though my hands trembled slightly, “you… you don’t have to mention everything you saw last night.” The bartender—Bruno, if I remembered the name on his tag—raised an eyebrow, his smirk slipping just slightly. “Oh? And why’s that?” I hesitated. Saying the wrong thing could make this worse. “Because I was there,” I said, voice low. “I’m… I’m a cop.” His smirk vanished completely. Bruno’s head tilted slightly, and his eyes narrowed as he studied me. “A cop? Well, ain’t that something.” I stepped closer, dropping my voice even lower. “I’m not supposed to have been there. And if my name gets dragged into thi
Cross’ POV From the balcony of my penthouse, the world below seemed small—insignificant. But no matter how high I stood above it all, I couldn’t shake the gnawing frustration crawling beneath my skin. Mira. Her name alone made my jaw clench, and my grip tighten around the glass of whiskey in my hand. She had played her game well—too well—and I was still in the dark about what the hell she was up to. “Boss.” Leo’s voice cut through the haze of my thoughts, and I turned to see him standing at the glass door leading to the balcony. Leo was another man. Gustav was still busy somewhere. He looked sharp, as always—broad shoulders, clean suit, and a face that didn’t flinch even when staring down the barrel of a gun. “What did you find?” I asked, my voice low but sharp enough to slice through the tension in the air. Leo stepped forward, holding a sleek black tablet. “Mira’s been busy, boss. Meetings, calls, offshore accounts—we’ve traced some activity to North Bay.” I frowned. “North B
Cross’ POV The drive back from Mira’s safe house was silent except for the low hum of the engine and the faint sound of Leo tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. The warehouse encounter played on repeat in my head—Mira’s defiance, Caspar’s panic, and the maps scattered across that table. North Bay. Offshore accounts. Rival gangs. It wasn’t adding up, and that infuriated me. Mira wasn’t stupid. She was reckless, manipulative, and a damn good liar—but never stupid. Whatever deal she was brokering wasn’t just a simple power grab. It was bigger. Messier. And it had me written all over it. The question wasn’t what she was planning—it was why. Leo glanced at me briefly as we turned onto the main road. “Boss, Caspar’s being held at our East Side warehouse. You want me to start working on him tonight?” I shook my head, staring out at the city lights rushing past us. “No. Let him stew for a while. Caspar’s the kind of rat that talks better when he’s had time to marinate in his
Ari’s POV I could feel him; his touch subtle, his masculine finger tenderly drawing traces over my skin, sliding up between my thighs, drawing in closer and closer… The sharp ring of my phone cut through the haze of sleep, yanking me out of whatever fragile dream I’d been clinging to. I blinked against the pale light filtering through my curtains, fumbling for my phone on the nightstand. “Ariana,” I croaked into the receiver, my voice thick with sleep. “Ari, it’s Gina. You need to get down to the station. Now.” Her voice was unusually tight, her usual playful sarcasm absent. I sat up, my heart already starting to race. “What’s going on?” “You’ll see when you get here. Just hurry.” The line went dead. I was in the station in no time, marching my way through. Officers clustered in small groups, murmuring in hushed tones while a few others rushed past with files tucked under their arms. Whatever had happened, it was big. Gina spotted me from across the bullpen and waved me over
Cross’ POV I stood near the edge of the warehouse’s loading dock, staring out at the distant horizon. The police had been here earlier in the morning. The yellow crime scene tape still hung around the area but now, they were gone and somehow, I needed to be here in this site to think through. Gustav stood to my left, arms crossed, while Leo leaned against a rusted metal beam, flicking open and shut a lighter in rhythmic clicks. “Nothing?” I asked, my voice sharp enough to cut through the silence. “Nothing,” Gustav said, his voice heavy with frustration. “We combed the entire damn waterfront, Cross. If Caspar’s still out there, he’s either deep in hiding or halfway across the state by now.” Leo let out a low chuckle, his eyes fixed on the flickering flame of his lighter. “Rats like him don’t drown easy, boss. He’s out there, licking his wounds and figuring out his next move.” That wasn’t good enough. Caspar wasn’t just some disposable pawn. He was the middleman—an essential thr
Cross’ POVThe night was thick with silence, broken only by the faint hum of neon lights flickering above the alleyway. Ariana stood a few feet away from me, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face cast in shadows. The dim glow illuminated her sharp features, and I could see the fire burning in her eyes—anger, fear, and something else she wouldn’t admit to.“Talk to me,” I said, my voice low but firm.Ariana hesitated, her gaze flickering away briefly before locking back onto mine. “What else do you want me to say?”I stayed silent, letting her continue.“He saw me that night at the bar. He recognized me.” Her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on. “And now he’s blackmailing me, Cross. He’s holding it over my head—saying he’ll go to the precinct, tell Aaron, tell everyone that I was there. That I was involved.”I let out a sharp breath, my fists clenching at my sides. Bruno. That slimy bartender had crossed a line he couldn’t uncross.“And you paid him off?” I asked, al
Ari’s POVMorning…Another day after I and Cross’ encounter the previous night.I sat on the edge of my bed, clutching a steaming mug of coffee as the chaos of the last few days clawed at the edges of my mind. Bruno. Cross. Jonathan. Every corner of my life felt tangled with their shadows, and I was so damn tired of it.I took a slow sip from my mug, letting the bitterness ground me.No more.No more Cross barging into my life with his infuriating arrogance and feigned heroic warnings. No more Jonathan with his deceit and hollow apologies. No more Bruno holding a knife over my career with his greasy fingers wrapped around the truth.Today, I was a cop. Just a cop. And I was going to act like it.With that encouragement, I picked myself up for the day.The precinct was its usual symphony of noise—phones ringing, officers arguing over cold cases, someone cursing at the coffee machine for eating their coins. It was chaotic and predictable, and for the first time in days, I felt a shred o
Cross’ POVA cold breeze drifted in through the cracked window of my car as I sat parked across the street from Bruno’s dingy little bar. Bruno was inside, probably wiping down dirty counters or pouring cheap whiskey.Whatever.Ariana’s words from the night before echoed in my head.“Don’t touch me. Don’t follow me. And don’t fix this.”But Ariana didn’t understand the weight of what she was caught in—or just how dangerous Bruno could be if left unchecked.I wasn’t about to let some two-bit bartender with a loose tongue and greasy palms ruin her life.No, I thought, lighting a cigarette and letting the smoke drift into the cold night air. I’m not staying out of this.For hours, I kept watch. Bruno moved in predictable patterns—working behind the bar, taking smoke breaks out back, and occasionally slipping into a side alley to make a phone call.Around noon, he left the bar entirely and headed toward the market district. I followed at a safe distance, my car blending easily with the mi
Ari’s POVI woke up to an empty bed.For a second, I thought I was dreaming. My hand stretched across the mattress, fingers grazing nothing but cold sheets. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim morning light seeping through my curtains. I sat up, blinking away the haze of sleep, scanning the room.Derek was gone.A strange feeling crept up my spine. I wasn’t entirely sure what had happened the night before. We had gone out for drinks, talked about everything and nothing at all, but beyond that?Again, it began to come together bit by bit - the surprise date, the beautiful dinner and then…Then…Did it happen? My memory was a blur. Not in a drunken, irresponsible way, but in a… murky kind of way. Like something was intentionally misplaced in my mind. I couldn’t exactly tell if we had done anything the previous night. Yes, Derek and I had history, but then…Things were different now.Anyway, I shook the thought away and got up, heading for the shower. ***At work, everything c
Ari's Pov My days went back to normal. At least, as normal as they could be."Hey, Detective Walsh.""What are you doing after work today, Detective Walsh?""Have dinner with me, Detective Walsh."The guys from the station never gave up, and if I was being honest, their persistence was getting old.I shot them a tired smile. "Sorry. I have plans.""With Derek, I assume?" Turner said, his voice dripping with sarcasm."As a matter of fact, yes." I admitted, a small smile playing at the corner of my lips."Oooh, what do you guys have planned?" Gina perked up."He didn't say. Just that he wanted to see me." I shrugged. "And guys, no more questions okay? We've got work to do.""Whatever, Walsh." Turner chuckled. "Have fun on your date."I rolled my eyes. "It's not a date.""Whatever you say."I ignored him, focusing on the case file in front of me.As the day wore on, my curiosity grew even more. I wanted to know what Derek had planned? What surprised he was cooking this time, but as the
Ari’s POVI didn’t realize how much my life was coming back together.The precinct was buzzing with energy by the time I arrived the next day. Officers clapped my back, voices overlapping in praise, and for once, I allowed myself to soak in the moment. "Damn, Walsh. You really pulled off a show back there!" one of the officers, Turner, whistled. "It was like something out of a damn movie."Gina grinned beside me. "You should've seen yourself, Ari. Flipping tables, dodging bullets, taking down those men like a goddamn superhero."I chuckled, shaking my head. "It wasn’t that dramatic."Turner scoffed. "Oh, please. You literally saved that guy—what’s his name? Derek? The one who kissed you?"I froze mid-step. Gina smirked. "Oh, we all saw it."I didn’t realize they were still hanging around that night.I groaned. "Great. So now my hero moment is overshadowed by that."Before anyone could continue their teasing, Lady Smith stepped in, arms crossed, a rare smirk tugging at her lips. "Det
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