Cross' POVA long silence stretched between us. I looked at her, taking in the sight of her in the dim light. Her uniform was pressed, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, and her expression was unreadable."So," she finally said, breaking the silence. "Are you going to tell me what makes you so special? Or do I have to find out by myself?""And what here gives you the impression that I'll tell you?" I smirked.She stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. "Because I'm not going to let you go until you do. So if you're wise, you'll start talking.""Then we'll be here a while." I shrugged, looking away from her to subtly scan the room.Her lips curved into a thin smile as she answered back. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll just have to convince you."I raised an eyebrow, looking back at her. "And how are you planning to do tha—"Before I could finish that statement, she had closed the distance between us and rested her feet on my crotch, pressing down on it slowly.I stiffened.Her smile grew wider. "
Ari’s POVI hopped into the car. Kaelie was already waiting for me, an excited look on her face.“What took you so long?” Kaelie asked.“I couldn't find the perfect heels for my dress,” I replied.“You look really good, Ari. The boys are going to eat you up,” Kaelie commented.“You do know I’m just going to sit in a corner and watch you party, right?”“Oh, please, spare me the saintly act.”Kaelie swiveled her hair to the side and started the car engine. We drove for a couple of hours until we finally came to a halt in front of a club.“We’re here,” Kaelie announced.It was a lively location, and through the windshield, I could see people trooping toward the building. Bouncers were stationed at the entrance, massive men with muscular builds who seemed taller than average.Kaelie jumped out of the car. I followed shortly, scanning my environment for any threats.Truth be told, I was hoping to see a familiar face—Cross, to be precise.I was still mad at myself for what had happened, but
Cross' POVThe tension in my cock was too much as she had rubbed me too close to the edge. I felt my cock throb and just when I thought I was done, she stopped."What are you doing?" I asked, feeling myself ache from the loss of contact.My cock was still throbbing, ready to burst, and when I looked up, her face was filled with pure amusement."Hmmm..." She leaned down to my shaft, studying it for a moment. "You look like you will burst from just the slightest touch."She leaned back on the table, smirking at me. "I can't have you cum just yet... Not after I'm yet to get what I want."She was really testing my patience."Fuck you!" I cursed out, trying to shift myself so that the tip of my cock won't brush against anything, but it was all in vain.She got up and walked toward me. "You will soon."I froze at her words, not sure how to respond."Look at that cute expression on your face." She teased. "Do you not know how to respond to that?""Why will I give you the satisfaction of sayi
Mira’s POVThe problem with these mafia lords and minority gangs was that they tended to underscore the abilities of some of the people around them.I am one of the underrated individuals in this game of mafias. As for me, I prefer to lay it low and pull no stunt. As long as I had my man’s dick to bounce my pussy off it whenever I wished, I would be just fine.But no…Even my man, they had to take away from me. I didn’t ask for much, did I? Just give me my Cross. Because I wanted him. I loved him.And now, she had to take that away too and get away with it?Ariana…The name sounded like a curse. She wasn’t even some daughter of a mafia lord or a prominent member of the opposition. She was just a goddamned policewoman and somehow, Cross found in her what he could find in no one else.Now, look where that got him? Cross was like a fool; one controlled by a remote. For one, that was why I loved and desired him the more. He was strong, domineering, commanding; he was perfect. But when he
Ari’s POVI shouldn’t have come.I couldn’t place why it felt weird but nope… nope… I didn’t want the random stranger with his fancy white cock and didn’t find it exciting. At this point, having sex only made me think of Cross… or of the miserable Jonathan and how he got me in his bed again.I guess sex was not the escape way for me. Maybe I just needed a break. Maybe I needed to breath. I began to make my way out of the party, and it was at that moment that I noticed the unfamiliar men slipping into the party. Something in my gut twisted. Their movements were too calculated, too precise, like they had a purpose—like they weren’t just here to have fun.They were here for someone.For me.Shit.I ducked low, weaving my way through the crowd, my pulse hammering against my ribs. My eyes scanned for Kaelie, but she was nowhere in sight.Panic clawed at my throat.Think, Ari. Think.I needed an exit.The front door was out of the question—too obvious. The side entrance? Maybe, but if these
Ari’s POVKaelie was gone.Kidnapped.And I wasn’t going to waste another second.I stormed into the precinct the next morning, my heart pounding in my chest. The moment I stepped inside, all eyes were on me. The officers in the room seemed caught off guard by my presence, but I didn’t care.I marched straight toward Lady Smith’s office, ignoring the murmurs, ignoring the way people shifted uncomfortably as I passed.I didn’t have time for them.I needed to see Cross.I pushed open Lady Smith’s office door without knocking.She was seated behind her desk, as calm and composed as ever, sifting through some paperwork as if she wasn’t the biggest pain in my ass right now.Her eyes flicked up to me, unreadable."Ah, Detective Walsh," she said smoothly. "To what do I owe this sudden, and might I add, unannounced visit?"I slammed my hands onto her desk. “Kaelie was taken last night.”Lady Smith didn’t even flinch. Obviously, police reports had reached her."And?"My jaw clenched. "And I ne
Mira’s POVKaelie was still unconscious when I stepped into the room.She was strapped to a chair, her head slumped forward, her breath coming in soft, shaky intervals. Her hair was a tangled mess over her face, strands sticking to her damp skin.Pathetic.I walked over to the table, picking up a knife and twirling it between my fingers as I watched her. The dim light cast long shadows on the walls, giving the room an eerie glow.Then, finally, she stirred.A soft groan escaped her lips as her body tensed. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, blinking against the light.It took her a second to register her surroundings.Then the panic hit.Her breathing turned sharp and erratic. She tugged at the restraints, her body twisting and struggling against the chair.“H-hello?” she called out, her voice trembling. “Somebody—please! Help!”I smirked.“Oh, sweetheart,” I cooed, stepping into her line of sight. “No one’s coming.”Her eyes snapped to me, wide with fear. “Who… who are you?”I tilted m
Cross’ POVI sat in the cold cell, my fists clenched, my mind running wild with every possible way I could get out of this mess.I had survived worse.But this? This was fucking humiliating.Lady Smith had crossed a line last night—one that I’d never let go unpunished.And she would pay for it.I groaned again. Fuck.My dick still ached from last night and my body ached from my wounds. I was slowly drifting off to sleep when the sound of heels clicking against the concrete floor made me lift my head.Right on time.Lady Smith stepped into view, her posture as relaxed as ever, her face painted with amusement. She leaned against the bars of my cell, tilting her head.“Well, well,” she drawled. “How’s my favorite prisoner doing today?”I didn’t answer. I just stared at her; my jaw tight.She smirked, running a hand over the bars. “Not in the mood for small talk? That’s a shame. I was going to tell you how much I thoroughly enjoyed our time together last night.”My hands twitched, but I f
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