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
Cross’ POVThe moment I stepped inside the dimly lit room, the sight before me made my blood boil.Ari. Half-naked. Pressed against the wall.And him. Some bastard standing too close, his hands on her skin like he had any damn right.His gaze flicked toward me, and instead of moving, he smirked. “Wrong room, buddy. Get out.”I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My fists curled at my sides, my entire body vibrating with barely contained rage.Ari’s eyes met mine, wide with panic. “Cross…” her voice was shaky, as if she was still processing my presence.The bastard chuckled, running a hand lazily down her arm. “So, this is your guy, huh? Should’ve told me earlier. We could’ve had a little fun with him watching.”My vision blurred with fury.Ari tried to step away, but he tightened his grip on her wrist, keeping her pinned. “What’s wrong, baby? Weren’t you just begging me to take you somewhere private?”“Let me go,” Ari snapped, struggling now.“Let her go,” I growled, my voice deadly calm.The gu
Ari’s POVI stormed out of the room, my heart racing as my feet carried me far away from the body, far away from Cross. The reality of what CI had just done slammed into me like a freight train.I killed a man.I hadn’t meant to. It wasn’t planned. But my hands… my own hands had taken a life.Tears blurred my vision as I moved through the crowd, my chest tightening, making it hard to breathe. I forced my posture to relax, knowing that if I showed even the slightest bit of panic, people would start to notice. I spotted Kaelie still sitting at the bar, sipping her drink, oblivious to the storm raging inside me.I wiped my face quickly and approached her. “Kaelie, let’s go.”She blinked up at me, pouting slightly. “Already? But I just got another drink.”“It’s late,” I said, keeping my voice as steady as I could. “My new boss is a nightmare. I can’t afford to be out too long.”Kaelie sighed dramatically but set her glass down. “Fine, fine. You’re such a killjoy sometimes.” She stood, str
Cross’ POVThe roar of the engine filled my ears as I sped down the deserted road, the air slashing across my face. My mind was a storm, thoughts slamming into each other. Ari was in trouble. I didn’t know where, I didn’t know how, but I could feel it. The moment I saw that unknown number flash on my screen, I knew. And when the call disconnected before a voice could even come through, I didn’t hesitate. With a flick of my wrist, I activated the tracker embedded in my device, hacking into the last known coordinates of the signal.The result made my blood run cold.A forest. The middle of nowhere. And a part of me already knew who had taken her.Jonathan.If Mira could have worked with someone… Could it be him?The bastard wasn’t dead. Not yet. But I was about to fix that.I pushed the bike harder, trees blurring past me in dark smudges. The location was getting closer, the beeping on my tracker speeding up. My gut clenched as a shadowy structure came into view. An uncompleted buildi
Ari’s POVI ran.Blindly. Desperately. My breath came in ragged gasps, my legs screaming for rest, but I didn't dare stop. What I didn’t expect outside the building was a stretch of green - the woods…I cursed.Behind me, his voice slithered through the trees, taunting, sing-song, twisted in its mockery."Ari, come out, come out wherever you are…"A shudder ripped through me. He was enjoying this. The chase. The fear. The sheer power he had over me.I pushed forward, stumbling over uneven ground. My body ached, but I forced myself onward, lungs burning, heart hammering against my ribs. If I stopped, I was dead.Up ahead, a fallen tree loomed. I dropped to my knees, crawling underneath, pressing myself against the damp earth. I clenched my fists, holding my breath. Maybe, just maybe, I could disappear into the shadows.The silence stretched.Then—a hand clamped around my ankle.A scream tore from my throat as I was yanked backward, my nails clawing at the ground, grasping for anything
Ariana’s POVDarkness.It was thick, suffocating, pressing against me like a second skin.My wrists burned from the restraints, bound so tightly I could feel the circulation slowing. My ankles were the same—tied, restrained, useless. My breath was uneven, a mix of panic and frustration, chest rising and falling against the gag tied around my mouth.I tried to move. Failed.I tried again, twisting my body, but all it did was send a sharp pain shooting through my shoulders.Where the hell was I?The last thing I remembered was stepping into my apartment. Then—darkness.Now I was here.And I wasn’t alone.A noise—a rustling, a whimper—echoed through the blackness.Then, a voice. Weak. Trembling. Familiar.“…Ari?”My body froze.That voice.That broken, barely-there whisper.Kaelie.My head snapped toward the sound, my eyes adjusting to the dimness of what little light seeped through the cracks of wherever the fuck we were.And then—I saw her.Tied. Beaten. Bloody.She was slumped against
Cross’ POVAs I ran through to the car, I already spotted what was coming. If Mira already knew about Ari, she had definitely told the Don, and the Don was already in the picture. If the Don was in the picture, they were coming for me. I and the Don had made an agreement, and that was to stay faithful to Mira.That agreement was broken.In no time, the Don’s men would be here.The air was thick with gasoline and sweat as I slipped into the car. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I reached for my phone, barely suppressing the rush of adrenaline flooding my veins.The Don may be on me, but I also had my plans.And it was time to put it in motion.The call rang once before Gustav answered.“It’s time.”There was no hesitation. No questions. Only a sharp exhale from the other end of the line before the call cut off.And then—The roar of engines.Headlights flared in the distance, then multiplied like wildfire. The Don’s men poured in from every alley, every street, surroun
Cross’ POVThe city streets were still drenched in the silence of the early morning when I arrived at the hideout. My body ached from exhaustion, but my mind was sharper than ever.Leo was dead.That truth weighed on me like chains, heavy and unrelenting. I had spent years crawling out of the grave only to return and find the ones I left behind buried instead.Leo should have been here. Laughing. Drinking. Breathing.Instead, we were about to put him in the ground.I entered the dimly lit warehouse, my boots echoing against the cold concrete. Gustav was already there, leaning against a wooden crate, a cigarette burning low between his fingers.He looked up at me, his sharp eyes unreadable. "You're back."I nodded. "Get the men ready. We're taking Leo home."Gustav exhaled a cloud of smoke before flicking the cigarette away. “Took you long enough, boss. I gat you, anyway.” he muttered, pushing off the crate. “I’ll round them up.”Within minutes, my men—Leo’s men—our family—began to gat
Ari's POVThe world was still wrapped in the quiet, heavy embrace of the early morning when I stirred. My body felt warm, blanketed by the remnants of a presence so familiar yet so distant that, for a moment, I thought I was still dreaming.And then I felt it.A slow, steady breath against my neck.The warmth of a body pressed against mine.An arm lazily draped over my waist.Reality settled in.I didn't dare move—not yet. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my heart swelling, aching, twisting. He was here. Cross was here. Alive. In my bed.The night had been a storm of emotions, fists, accusations, and unbridled relief. And now, here we were, tangled in the stillness, as if the world hadn’t turned upside down just hours ago.Slowly, I turned my head, and there he was.Cross.His face, barely inches from mine, softened in sleep. His long lashes cast faint shadows on his sharp cheekbones, his lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that had once been the most c
Ari's POVOnce we reached the bed, he pushed me down before pulling his trouser and boxer off, and then climbing on top of me, his hard length rubbing against my thigh."Spread your legs for me." Cross ordered, his eyes locked on mine as he waited for me to comply.I obeyed, opening my legs wide, exposing my pussy to him.He reached down and ran his finger over my folds, his cock twitching when he saw how wet I was."You're dripping." He smiled, bringing his fingers to his mouth and he licked them clean.He leaned forward, his face only inches from mine. "Are you ready for me, Ari?""Yes," I gasped, my body aching for him.Cross grinned and gripped his cock, he slid the tip along my folds, teasing me to further wetness before pushing himself inside me, his eyes closing and his face tightening as he felt me wrap around his cock."So tight," he groaned. "And so wet.""Yeah." I cried out, arching my back as he started thrusting.His thrusts were slow and steady at first, but they gradual
Ari's POVThe taste of him was intoxicating.The way his tongue slid against mine, his teeth scraping across my lower lip.I didn’t realize that I was pressed up against the wall until his hand slid up the back of my shirt, fingers playing across the bare skin of my back.I gasped."Cross."His name slipped out. It felt like a plea. Or a prayer. But I didn't care.I didn't care at all what it meant or felt like.Right now, all that mattered was him and how he was making me feel.The way his lips were on mine.The way his body pressed against me.Cross's mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. I arched into him, heat flooding through me as I have into my desires.It wasn't enough.It would never be enough. Not with Cross.I tugged at the hem of his shirt, my hands slipping underneath to touch the smooth, hard muscles beneath."Take it off," I breathed out, my voice thick with lust. Raw and heavy.Cross pulled back, a smirk on his lips."Are you sure?""Yes,"
Ari's POVThe night stretched on, endless and suffocating. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to close my eyes for more than a few seconds without a wave of paranoia washing over me. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to shut down. Every creak, every distant honk of a car outside sent a shiver down my spine. I could still feel the weight of what had happened—Kaelie missing, the attack at her house, and then…Cross.The name burned inside my head like fire. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. He was dead. I had seen him buried… No, the body was “evidence.” But I had mourned him, shattered myself trying to move on. I had told myself a thousand times that he was gone. But tonight, he was there—flesh, blood, and rage. My rescuer. My nightmare. My ghost.Or was it him?Jeez… What was I doing to myself?A shuddering breath escaped my lips.Perhaps, I just needed to sleep and wake up and everything will be alright.But then I heard it.A noise. A faint rustling