Scarlett Manzoni twisted her hips back and forth, riding Bob—Anna’s father—with a rhythm that drew loud groans of pleasure from him. His climax was approaching fast, and his face flushed with red.Scarlett’s soft hands rested on his bare chest, anchoring her as she moved, her own breath escaping in faint moans. Bob’s hands gripped her breasts firmly, kneading them as if they were all that mattered to him at the moment. She rode him harder, chasing her own release, but Bob’s grip shifted. His hands slid to her waist, fingers digging into her skin as he thrust upward, burying himself deep. With a shudder and a loud groan, he spilled inside her, his body collapsing onto the bed in a heap of heavy breaths and spent energy.Scarlett’s brows furrowed, anger flashing across her face. “I was just getting started,” she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration, “and you ended the whole thing by nutting in me.”Bob, still panting, looked up at her with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said we
Anna's POVMy back slammed against the wall, the jagged brick scraping through my soaked shirt. The vampire towered over me, his black eyes glinting with bloodlust. “You smell different, little lamb,” he said, leaning in close. His nose brushed my neck, inhaling deeply, and a shiver ran down my spine. His voice was smooth, almost seductive, but it carried a promise of death.My life flashed before me in a heartbeat—childhood summers, my mother’s laughter, the day I left home. It was gone too fast to hold onto. “Please let me go,” I pleaded, my voice trembling, barely audible over the thudding of my pulse. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”He tilted his head, a sick parody of pity twisting his pale face. “Sorry, love,” he said, his tone mockingly gentle. “No one sees a vampire and lives to tell the tale.” Then his lips parted into a grin, sharp and cruel. “Don’t worry, I’ll make your death quick.”My heart hammered against my ribs, so loud I thought it mig
Anna's POVI pulled the trigger. The gunshot cracked through the air, loud and fast. The recoil jolted my arm, but I held firm. The driver jerked, a red stain spreading across his chest, and he toppled over the side, and fell into the river.His boat swerved, crashing into the one beside it. Chaos erupted—shouts, splintering wood.I fired again. Another man fell, clutching his shoulder. The smell of gunpowder stung my nose, sharp and bitter. A third shot, and a boat veered off, its engine sputtering as the driver slumped. They shot back, bullets whizzing past, plunking into the water around us. I ducked low, but I didn’t stop. Damon weaved the boat through the river, dodging their fire, widening the gap.One by one, they faltered. The last boat turned tail, retreating into the distance. I lowered the gun, my hands trembling again, not from fear but from the rush. Blood pounded in my ears, drowning out the engine’s hum.Damon eased off the throttle,
The mansion was cloaked in an oppressive silence as Rose emerged from the bedroom where Scarlett’s lifeless body lay. Her hands were steady, though her heart thudded against her ribcage, the adrenaline of the kill still coursing through her veins. The dim light of the hallway cast long shadows across the polished wood floor, and her footsteps echoed faintly as she moved toward the grand staircase. There, she saw Vito, his hulking figure pacing restlessly, his thick fingers tugging at the cuff of his tailored suit jacket. His dark eyes snapped to her as she approached, searching her face with a mix of suspicion and unease.“Boss?” His voice was a low rumble, cautious, testing the air between them.Rose stopped a few feet away, her expression cool and unyielding. She met his gaze head-on, her green eyes glinting like polished jade. “She’s dead,” she said, her tone flat and final. “I killed her.”Vito froze, his broad shoulders stiffening as the words hit him like a punch to the gut
The dining hall of Mario Manzoni’s mansion stood cloaked in silence, an unusual routine in the mansion. Ten Capos sat around the long, polished table, their faces edged with grief and mistrust. The room, usually alive with the haze of cigar smoke and the clink of liquor glasses, was heavy with sober reflections tonight. No one smoked. No one drank. The heavy curtains along the dark wood-paneled walls seemed to swallow the faint light from the chandelier overhead, casting the gathering in a dim light. The air hung thick with the unspoken weight of loss—their Don, Scarlett, was dead.At the head of the table, Vito loomed, his posture stiff, hands clasped tightly behind his back. His dark eyes flickered nervously, catching the glint of the Capos’ stares. They weren’t just mourning; they were watching him, dissecting every twitch of his face.A wiry Capo with a hawkish nose broke the silence, leaning forward with a voice like a whip. “Can you start by telling us how Scarlett died?”T
Anna's POV The sound of the plane’s engines vibrated through the cabin as the plane gradually increased its height. Damon was able to get us out of the police cell, turns out the Lieutenant was someone he knew. A former lover perhaps, she cleared our charges and gave us a ride to the airport. I shifted in my seat, trying to stretch my legs, but the economy-class space was unforgiving—knees jammed against the seat in front of me, elbows tucked tight to avoid bumping Damon. He was slumped beside me, head tipped back, mouth slightly open as he slept. His dark hair fell across his forehead, softening the sharp lines of his face. He looked peaceful, which was more than I could say for myself. My skin itched with restlessness, and the recycled air tasted stale on my tongue. We weren’t supposed to be here. Damon had promised a private plane—something his sister, Ghost, was supposed to arrange. I’d never met her, but he talked about her like she was some kind of mastermind, always
Anna's POVI blinked, caught off guard. “What? Are you following me?"He leaned closer, eyes glinting. “Maybe I'm, maybe we are just fated mate.”I chuckled in disbelief, "I can see you're on your drugs today.""It seems to me that you're the crazy one, trying to hide the fact that you're a werewolf." He taunted.Fear prickled my spine. Werewolf? That was absurd. But his certainty shook me. I opened my mouth to argue, but Damon was there, stepping between us, his body tense.“What’s going on?” he snapped.The man smirked. “Just chatting with your werewolf girlfriend.”“She’s not a werewolf,” Damon said, voice like steel. “Back off.”The man held his gaze, then turned and walked away, vanishing into the crowd. I exhaled, trembling, as Damon guided me back to our seats.“What was that about?” I asked, voice small.He sighed, pulling me close. “It’s complicated, Anna. I’ll explain when we land. I promise.”I nodded, leaning into him, but the questions woul
Anna's POV My eyes kept flicking to the shadows beyond the glass doors, where that vampire had stood just moments ago. His pale face, those piercing eyes—they’d locked onto me like I was a deer caught in a hunter’s sight. My pulse thudded in my ears, a chaotic rhythm of fear and bewilderment. He’d been so close, steps away from the entrance, and then… nothing. The second Damon appeared beside me, the vampire stopped dead, turned on his heel, and melted into the night. Why? What made him change his mind? And what did Damon have to do with it?I stole a glance at Damon. Had he seen the vampire? He hadn’t reacted—not a flinch, not a word. Maybe he’d missed it entirely, or maybe he was pretending not to notice. My mind churned, grasping for answers that wouldn’t come. Damon’s presence had shifted something, scared that creature off, and I didn’t know why. Was it coincidence? Or did Damon know more than he was letting on?His hand closed around mine, firm and
Damon's POV I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under the fact that I'd almost cheated on Anna, what is left is just to penetrate Rose, but I couldn't do it.I was still battling my lust for Rose and love for Anna when Rose’s voice cuts through the haze of my thoughts. "I want you to fuck me, Damon," she says, her tone bold and unapologetic. Her hands were on me before I can process it, trailing down my chest, fingers brushing the waistband of my pants with a purpose that sends a jolt through me. "I want to feel your dick right inside me."A groan rumbles out of me, because damn it, she’s not wrong—I’m tempted, she's hot. The heat of her touch sears through the fabric, and for a split second, I can picture it: giving in, letting her pull me under, drowning out the mess in my head with something deep. But that’s the problem—it’s too real, too messy, and I’ve spent years building walls to keep messes like this out. "I can’t, Rose," I say, my voice rougher tha
Rose took steps toward him, the she stopped just short of touching him, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath, smell that spicy perfume that always seemed to linger around her. “I want you, Damon,” she said, her gaze locking onto his, unflinching. “I want you all to myself. No one’s ever shown me what it means to be cared for like you have.”Damon’s chest tightened, her words hitting him like a punch. He’d pulled her out of a dark place years ago, given her a new life, but this—this was something else. His mind flickered with memories of her gratitude, her loyalty, but now it twisted into something deeper, something he wasn’t sure he could handle. He chuckled, the sound rough and tinged with disbelief. “You’re serious?”Her eyes flared, a spark of frustration cutting through the longing. “I killed the Manzoni Queen for you, Damon,” she said, her voice steady despite the weight of her confession. “I took out Scarlett, climbed to the top of this clan, and all I’m a
Damon rolled up to the Manzoni mansion alone, his sleek black car humming to a stop in front of the iron gates. He stepped out, smoothing his black jacket—his favorite color, always had been—and took a deep breath. No backup, no crew, just him. He didn’t want this new Donna, whoever she was, thinking he was scared or uneasy. Showing up solo was a power move, a way to say he wasn’t rattled, even if his gut told him this could go sideways fast. Scarlett Manzoni’s death had hit him like a curveball—he hadn’t seen that coming, and now he couldn’t stop wondering how she’d gone down.The security guys at the gate gave him the side-eye, a mix of suspicion and nerves flickering in their stares. They’d heard the stories—Damon Lockwood, the ruthless Don of the Lockwood Clan, a name that carried weight and a shiver down the spine. But seeing him in the flesh? That was new. He caught a couple of them whispering, their hands twitching near their guns, like they weren’t sure if they should bow
Rose POV I sat alone, my fingers tracing the edge of a crystal glass, the amber liquid inside untouched. My reflection stared back at me from the polished surface of the desk—a woman with sharp green eyes and red hair spilling over her shoulders, a far cry from the broken girl I’d once been. I’d come a long way from the orphanage, from the life that had tried to crush me. But even now, with all this power at my fingertips, there was an emptiness gnawing at me, a void I couldn’t fill.I didn’t know where I came from. No mother, no father—just a crib in a gray-walled room, surrounded by other forgotten kids. The nuns at St. Patrick’s Home for Lost Souls had been kind enough, but they couldn’t give me answers. My earliest memories were of cold floors and whispered prayers, of wondering why no one came for me. As I got older, I begged for clues—anything to tell me who I was. I’d had my DNA tested more times than I could count, scraping together every pen
Anna's POVThen instinct kicked in, and I jerked back, stumbling a step away. “Bonnie, what the hell?” I gasped, my voice shaking, my lips still tingling from her touch.She didn’t answer, just stared at me with those deep, unreadable eyes, her chest rising and falling fast. Then, without a word, she turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind her. I stood there, my heart hammering against my ribs, my thoughts a tangled mess. What had just happened? Why would she—?And then it hit me, a slow, shattering clarity. The way she’d held me, the protectiveness in her voice, the way her eyes lingered on me too long—it wasn’t just friendship. Bonnie was in love with me. She’d been in love with me this whole time, and I’d been too blind to see it. Now she was leaving, walking out of my life without explanation, leaving me with the weight of her kiss and the chaos of my own feelings.My legs gave out, and I sank onto the edge of my bed, my hands trembli
Anna's POVThe framed picture of Ghost stared back at me from Damon’s desk, I could see the striking resemblance between them, especially the piercing eyes. I’d come looking for him, but he wasn’t here. The room felt hollow without him. I lingered anyway, unable to leave, drawn in by the faint scent of him that clung to everything. My fingers brushed the edge of Ghost’s frame, a restless energy humming through me as I wandered deeper into the space.This wasn’t how I’d pictured things since we got back from Mexico. I’d imagined us wrapped up in each other, a blur of tangled sheets and breathless nights, orgasm after orgasm until the world outside didn’t matter. Instead, there was this gap between us, a distance I couldn’t bridge no matter how much I wanted to. I sank into the chair at his desk, the leather creaking under my weight, and let out a shaky breath. My body felt alive in a way it never had before, a constant drum of sexual need pulsing through
Damon's POVThe rooftop of the mansion was my last refuge, a place where the chaos of the world below couldn’t quite reach me. The night was cold, the air sharp with the scent of distant rain. I stood near the edge, hands gripping the iron railing, staring into the void. My room had felt too small tonight, its walls closing in with every unanswered question, every festering doubt. Up here, at least, I could breathe—even if every breath tasted like fear.I’d never been in this position before. Me, Damon, the guy who always had a plan, always knew the next move. Now? I was teetering on the edge of something I couldn’t name, and for the first time, I wasn’t sure I’d make it out alive. The Manzoni Clan lingered in my thoughts like a shadow I couldn’t shake. They had to be behind this—the deaths, the chaos, the unraveling of everything I’d built. But who was their mole? Someone close, someone I’d let into my circle. The betrayal gnawed at me, a dull ache tha
Anna's POVThe mansion stood tall ahead of us as the car slowed to a stop, the tires crunched against the gravel driveway, a sound that grated against my already disturbed nerves. Damon’s hand was warm in mine, his fingers laced tightly with my own, but there was something off—something I couldn’t ignore. Even though we were touching, he felt distant, detached, like a wall had sprung up between us. His jaw was clenched, his gaze fixed straight ahead, avoiding mine. I squeezed his hand, hoping for some reassurance, but he didn’t respond. He was here with me, physically, but his mind was somewhere else entirely.We stepped out of the car, and the cool evening air hit me like a slap, sharpening my senses. The mansion’s heavy wooden doors swung open as we approached, revealing a group of Damon’s men waiting inside. Their faces were etched with determination, and the tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. I clung to Damon’s hand a little tighter,
Anna's POVMy hand pressed harder against my mouth, muffling the gasp that tore out of me. The room tilted, the edges blurring as my knees wobbled beneath me. Damon’s men stood there, their pale faces carved from stone, waiting for me to say something, do something. But I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Ghost—Damon’s sister, the one he’d spoken of with that quiet reverence—was gone. Murdered. And Damon… where the hell was he?“Where did he go?” My voice came out sharp, cracking at the edges as I lowered my hand. My fingers trembled, and I clenched them into fists to hide it.The taller man—the one with the buzz cut—shifted his weight, his jaw tight. “We don’t know. He got the message, went silent, then grabbed his keys and left. Told us to get you to the mansion before he drove off.”“When?” I demanded, stepping closer. “When did this happen?”“About an hour ago,” he said, his eyes flicking away from mine, like he couldn’t stand the weight of my stare.An ho