Ari's POV Cross and I lay on the bed exhausted, our bodies half covered with the sheets. For a moment we just stared at the ceiling, not uttering a word or flinching even at the slightest.Suddenly, I turned to him and met his gaze, the sheets roughly wrapped around my slender figure. "That was amazing, Cross," "Yeah, it was," he said.We smiled at each other and leaned in for a soft, gentle kiss.I had never seen this side of him before. Sweet and caring were the words I could use to describe him. Was this the real him? Did he always have this side or did he just do it to lure me into his game?Cross was an enigma.The only thing that was clear about him was the fact that he was a mafia boss. He had a strong presence that drew people in and made them curious about him, yet there was a dark aura around him, which also frightened people.And now, there was a new side of him. One I had never seen before. One that's sweet, kind, and caring."Greedy of me to ask for more after just now?
Cross’ POVFreedom was close. I could almost taste it.I sat in the dark, my fingers drumming on the table in front of me. The air in the lair was heavy, the kind of stillness that made my men wary to even breathe too loud. Tonight, everything depended on Kouvu walking right into the trap I’d laid.And after we got Kouvu, I and Ari…I paused. Well, I had always been a pessimist. That’s why I always had my father’s cross around my neck…My hand traced over the necklace with a pendant of a cross. My father had called it a good luck charm. He knew quite well the type of son he had bore and knew just how negatively he viewed the world. That was why he gave me the cross. That was why I was called Cross.So that anytime I remembered the shape of the cross, I remembered that luck was on my side. And now, I would be needing all the luck I could get.“Gustav,” I called, not bothering to look up.He stepped forward, clearing his throat. “Yes, boss?”“Update.”He shifted uncomfortably. “Everythi
Ari’s POVThe world felt like it was spinning too fast. Sirens blared, drowning out the sound of my pounding heart as Aaron was loaded into the ambulance. Blood seeped through his shirt, staining everything around him.“Hang on, Aaron,” I whispered, clutching his hand as I climbed in beside him.His breathing was shallow, his eyes fluttering open and shut. “This wasn’t… your fault, Ari,” he managed to say, his voice weak.Tears streamed down my face, but I forced myself to stay strong. “Don’t talk, Aaron. Just hold on. We’re almost there.”The ride to the hospital felt endless, and by the time we arrived, the paramedics were shouting medical jargon I barely understood. They rushed him through the doors, leaving me standing in the sterile, fluorescent-lit hallway, feeling utterly helpless.Gina arrived shortly after, along with a few other officers who’d been at the scene. The tension in the waiting room was palpable. No one spoke much, and the air was thick with worry.When the doctor
Cross’ POVI sat in my car, staring at the steering wheel, my chest hollow. With everything that had happened, I wasn’t sure I was ready to look her in the face. What would she be feeling towards me? She would totally hate me already. I had not expected anything less.And I had gotten exactly what I had expected.I knew she was inside, and I could have chosen to sneak in like I always did but this was not the time to piss her off with the feeling that I was barging into her life as I pleased. I needed to approach her like every other person.And I did.I had expected her to turn me away, but who knew it would hurt so badly. My heart ached as I returned to the car, sensing the need to leave her presence as her anger towards me flared greatly. Her voice echoed in my mind.“All you’ve done since you came into my life is ruin it.”I had never felt this kind of pain before. Losing a deal, a battle, a friend—none of it compared to the ache of watching Ariana break down in front of me, of he
Ari’s POVThe morning light streamed through my window, but it didn’t bring the usual promise of a fresh start. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts a whirlwind.To think Cross had the guts to show up again at my door.To hell with him!It was painful for even me to have to direct all the anger towards Cross. Still, who else was there to blame? He gave me a goddamned information without being sure!I wanted to call Kaelie, to tell her everything—about Aaron, the failure, the humiliation. But I stopped myself.“No,” I muttered, sitting up. “I can’t fall apart like this.”Kaelie didn’t need to be dragged into my mess. I needed to handle this on my own.After a quick shower and throwing on some jeans and a hoodie, I decided to visit Aaron in the hospital. The hospital was quieter than I expected, the sterile scent heavy in the air as I approached the front desk.“I’m here to see Aaron Briggs,” I told the nurse.She looked at her screen, then at me. “I’m sorry, but you’re not
Ari’s POVThe tension at the station still weighed heavily on my chest, even hours after I’d left. Every glance, every whispered comment, and the mocking words from Lady Smith replayed in my mind like a broken record.I couldn’t stay cooped up in my apartment, drowning in my own misery. I needed a distraction. I picked up my phone and dialled Kaelie. She answered on the second ring.“Ari, what’s up?”“Are you free tonight?” I asked, my voice already giving away how drained I felt.Kaelie hesitated. “Uh, yeah. Why? What’s wrong?”“Can we just… go out? Somewhere quiet. I need to talk.”She was silent for a moment before replying, “Okay, how about that small bar near Fifth? It’s safe, no surprises this time. I’ll meet you there in thirty.”The bar was dimly lit and modest, with a calm atmosphere that was miles away from the chaos of the orgy we’d stumbled into weeks ago. Kaelie was already seated in a corner booth, nursing a glass of wine. She waved me over when she saw me.“Hey,” she gr
Ari’s POVI quickly tapped myself out of it. This was not supposed to be happening. I didn’t even know who this was, but wouldn’t that make it all the better? I would just have to have this one time fun and pretend none of it ever happened. At this point, as I and this guy strolled into the room alone, I knew all I wanted was him – Cross.Or I needed a substitute…The man leaned in and placed his tough lips on mine. I melted into the kiss, my body subconsciously drawing closer to him as his lips wrapped more aggressively around mine, sucking in my breath. His hands were calloused and rough, but his touch was gentle, and I felt a sense of longing that she hadn't felt before."What are you doing to me?" He murmured, his voice low.I drew back, my cheeks burning. "What are you talking about?""You're different," he said, his gray eyes searching my face. "You're not like the other girls."I laughed, my tone sarcastic. "So I've been told."From Cross.His breath grew more rapid. "You're ex
Cross’ POVMira’s threat rang in my ears long after I left her apartment.“You’ll be hearing from my uncle soon. North Bay isn’t finished with you.”Her smug voice grated against my nerves. But worse than that was the image of Ari flashing through my mind. Mira knew about her. She had made it crystal clear that Ariana was in her sights.I couldn’t let that happen.I paced the length of my lair, my thoughts racing. I had to keep Ari safe, even if she didn’t want me around.“Gustav!” I barked.He entered quickly, his posture rigid. “Boss?”“I want eyes on Ariana. Always,” I said firmly. “She’s not to go anywhere without someone watching her. If anything feels off, I want to know immediately.”Gustav nodded. “Understood. Do you want me to tail her myself?”“Yes,” I said. “I’ll also be with you every now and then.”He blinked. “I’ll have the car ready.”The next day, I parked a safe distance from the precinct, watching as Ari arrived. She looked… tired. Exhausted, even. The way she dragg
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