Cross’ POVThe night was thick with smoke and tension. The air stung of gunpowder and sweat. My men stood before me, a solid mass of warriors who had followed me through blood and fire. They had scattered when the world thought I was dead, but now?Now, they were back.And I was going to give them something to believe in again.I stood on the makeshift stage—a worn-out crate in the middle of an abandoned warehouse we were using as a temporary base. My gaze swept over the crowd. Some faces were familiar, some new, but all carried the same hardened look. The look of men who had seen war.I exhaled, rolling my shoulders. Then, I spoke.“You all thought I was dead.” My voice was steady, cutting through the silence like a blade. “Hell, I thought I was dead too.”A murmur rippled through the crowd. I could see it in their eyes—the weight of everything they had lost when I was gone.“But you know what’s funny?” I let my lips curl into a smirk. “Dead men don’t come back to take what’s theirs.
Cross’ POVKouvu was not going to be easy. At least, I knew this much. I had to find my way to him. That was the most difficult part. Unlike others I could catch in my grasp when I felt like, Kouvu was slippery. He had no base. He had no domain. He was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I still remembered him quite well, down to the time he caused the riff between Ari and I. He had always been a slippery bastard, never one to face a fight head-on. Instead, he lurked in the shadows, sending messages like riddles, taunting, provoking. Testing my patience.I sat in the dimly lit room of our hideout, my fingers tightening around my phone as I reread the latest message he had sent.You keep chasing ghosts, Cross. But if you want the real thing, meet me. Alone.Attached was a location—a rundown warehouse on the far end of town, isolated, the kind of place where men walked in but didn’t walk out.He knew about the revolution I was making already. The street had its travel network and
Ari’s POVI never should have come here.The second Jonathan pulled me aside, I knew this wasn’t just some casual conversation. The way he smirked, the way his eyes gleamed with something malicious—I should have walked away.But I didn’t.“What do you want, Jonathan?” My tone was cold, arms crossed tightly against my chest.He exhaled dramatically. “Can’t an ex check in on someone?”I scoffed. “Cut the bullshit.”His lips curled into a knowing smile. “Alright, fine. I just find it amusing, that’s all. You, playing house with some guy like Derek.”I didn’t flinch. “And why the hell do you care?”Jonathan took a step closer, lowering his voice. “Because I know you, Ari. I know you better than anyone. And I know this whole thing you’re doing—it’s a joke.”I stiffened.He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against my ear. “Tell me, does Derek know what it’s like to break you? To own you?”Rage crawled up my spine.I clenched my fists. “You’re disgusting.”Jonathan chuckled darkly. “Come
Cross’ POVMy fists balled at my side the minute our eyes locked onto each other. Ari.She stood there, her emotions raw on her face as if she had seen the unbelievable. Before either of us could make the next move, someone crashed into her and she got knocked to the ground, giving me a little time to make my escape.I dashed to the exit closest to me and made my way out of the chaos, my men following behind me.As we made it out, I couldn't get the image out of my head—the way she looked, that raw, unguarded shock on her face.I didn't expect her to be there. Hell, I didn't want her to even see me. But fate was a cruel bitch, dragging placing both of us in a place like this when I had my eyes set on catching my target. I clenched my jaw, trying to force the memory out of my head. I needed to focus.Getting to the back of the building, I called out to my men and told them to call off the attack, telling them we were heading back to base immediately, but one of them stepped forward,
Ari’s POVThe clock on the wall ticked away slowly, each second stretching unbearably long. My fingers gripped the edge of the couch, my knuckles turning white, body stiff with unease. I had tried calling, texting. Even pacing the damn apartment until my legs ached.But Derek was still missing.I sighs deeply seeing as I wasn't getting any results. "Where could he be or have gone to?" I breathed out.The night was silent, eerily. The chaos of the bar still played in my head—the shouts, the flashing lights, the feeling of my heart pounding so violently I thought it might burst. And then… Cross.Or at least, my mind's twisted version of him.I buried my face in my hands, feeling the weight of it all bear down on me. "God, I'm losing it."Then next, I heard a sound.Soft. Barely noticeable, but I heard it.The faint click of the front door unlocking.I stood up instantly, my pulse spiking. The apartment was locked. I was sure of it.Since the last knock I heard, I made sure to close a
Ari's POVThe world outside no longer existed.Not the flashing lights, not the drunks outside making being themselves, not the sound of cars running by in the distance, not the voices in my head telling me I should still be mad. Nothing mattered except the way Derek's lips moved against mine. Slow, passionate and deliberate, almost like he had all the time in the world.But I didn't want that.My hands tangled in his shirt, fisting the fabric as I pressed closer, heat coiling tight in my stomach. But just as I deepened the kiss, just as I let myself drown in him—He pulled back.I blinked, breathless and confused. "You're kidding me."Derek smirked, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. "Told you, I like to savor."Whatever he had in mind, it won't happen today.I grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him back down, crashing my lips against his. He let out a low chuckle but didn't resist—at least, not right away.Then, just when my hands slid under his shirt, just when I was
Ari’s POVThe morning light filtered through the thin curtains, a dull glow settling over the room. I blinked awake, my body heavy with sleep, my thoughts sluggish—until they weren’t.It all came rushing back.Derek. Last night. The warmth of his hands, the quiet hum of his voice in the dark, the way I had let myself be distracted—let myself sink into something that wasn’t overwhelming. That wasn’t suffocating.And yet, the only thing pounding in my chest was the lingering unease.Because before Derek… before any of it… I had seen him.Or I thought I had.Cross.The sharp angle of his jaw, the way his shoulders carried a weight I had memorized. It had only been a moment, but it had felt so real. Real enough to shatter the fragile peace I had been trying to build.I squeezed my eyes shut. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been.But the doubt wouldn’t leave me.Beside me, Derek shifted, exhaling a deep sigh before rolling onto his side. A second later, his arm slid over my waist, his fing
Ari’s POVI didn’t dream of Cross tonight.I returned home weak and broken. Everything in my life was falling into place, and just the night ago, it had come crashing down. Why? Because I saw some stranger who looked like my mafia lover. I was in denial. I had to wake up.Well, it wasn’t exactly the supposed appearance of Cross that brought things crashing down. More like the moment Kaelie became stupid enough to accept a date from Jonathan. That was still enough to keep me shocked. What was she thinking?Now, she was the only person I could have run to but no… I couldn’t even call her over the phone. I didn’t even want to hear her voice. I was still grateful for the gift of Gina who had kept me company through the evening. At least, I felt much better. At least, I didn’t dream of Cross.Maybe that should have been a relief. Maybe I should be grateful I didn’t wake up gasping for air, reaching for someone who was no longer there.Instead, I woke up to an emptiness so heavy it pressed
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