LachlanI moved to follow her but Jeremiah stepped in my path, stopping me. “Move.”He didn’t. His eyes glared at me and he said, “We have a meeting.”“Go ahead. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”He narrowed his eyes and took a step closer. I was aware of the eyes on us. Xavier, Kayne, Olezka and his fûcking aunt was staring at us. But he didn’t seem to mind as he gritted out, “Don’t defy me again and again, little shadow, there’s only so much I can let go.”I took in a calming breath and moved past him in the direction of his fucking office. I needed just a moment of his weakness to strike back at him and bring him to his fucking knees. I was bidding my time, letting him think he was in control. Because if he knew I was plotting he will consider me his enemy too. His trust in me was already fragile and I didn’t want it to shatter like it had for everyone else in his life. God. He didn’t even fucking trust his own twin. It was a fucking miracle that he put even the slightest of it in
LACHLANI shouldn’t be here.That thought lingered at the back of my mind, but it didn’t stop me from opening her bedroom door and stepping inside. As soon as I entered something came flying at me, I ducked, my reflexes taking over. A loud crack had me looking to my left where now the broken vase was. When I turned to face her she was standing on the bed and glaring at me. The sight of her flushed face and angry eyes almost made me smile. Almost. But I knew it wasn’t time to let her know how adorable she was looking right now and I just wanted to sit there and look at her. Instead, I stepped inside her room, closed the door and said, “It could have been Garcia, or worse Jeremiah who you could’ve hurt, Nina. And we don’t want them hurt.” I walked to the bed and held out my hand for her. “Garcia wouldn’t have been able to dodge and would’ve gotten hurt, and she doesn’t deserve that. And, Jeremiah would’ve retaliated.”She stared at me for a long moment, the spark of silver in her one
LACHLANMy little kitten let out a beautiful gasp as her lips parted for me. She let me devour her, melting into the kiss. Her tongue coming out to tease mine and when I sucked on it, her hands gripped my shoulders. I banded my arm around her and adjusted her until she was straddling me. I deepened the kiss, tasting her gasps as she settled over my hard cock.I had been hard since she’d come down to the dining table, just the sight of her had made me want her and take her. And then Jeremiah had humiliated her in front of everyone. I didn’t like that he had humiliated her for his revenge. It would’ve been different if it'd been for her pleasure and for ours but he did it for his revenge to shame her. And yet still, I had become hard when I had seen her eyes, for one single moment she had almost looked like she wanted me amidst her ordeal.Now her labored breathing fanned across my cheek as I trailed my lips down to her chin, jaw and neck. She arched, and sighed, as I placed open mouth
JEREMIAH I watched her.Her eyes were wide with curiosity, lips parted as she hung onto every word that left Lachlan’s mouth. I should have been the one telling her our past, not him. But no— I had been too distracted, too consumed by thoughts of making her pay now that she was finally in my grip. I had forgotten to begin the history lessons as I had planned.Instead, I had wanted her out of my sight as soon as possible because I wasn’t sure what I would have done next. Every time I looked at her, all I saw was fire closing in around me— then waking up in a dark cell, my body marked with the scars of her betrayal.There was a time when I had stood where Lachlan was now, wanting to shield her, keep her safe, wipe away her tears, and offer her the solace of my presence. But that time was gone. It was never going to happen again.And I would make damn sure my little shadow didn’t fall for her lies and end up scarred, too.Last night, I had thrown her out of my bedroom and stopped Lachla
Twelve Years Ago ____Innessa: 18 years oldJeremiah: 24 years old ____JEREMIAH I sat in Giorgio Sicilian’s office, was poured the finest whiskey the man had as he sat across from me.Now, you must be thinking— why would a man who came to Italy with the sole purpose of destroying Giorgio Sicilian be sitting in his office, sipping his whiskey?The answer was simple.Because at this moment, I wasn’t Jeremiah Sokolov, heir to the Bratva. I was a businessman from New York, looking to invest in his third-rate weapon manufacturing industry.My disguise was flawless.A slate-grey Armani suit, Italian leather shoes, and a French beard— just for effect, I like to check all my boxes. Contact lenses concealed my grey eyes because Lachlan claimed they always gave me away as a predator. My little shadow was perceptive and I always take his advice with a grain of salt. After all he was the only man I trusted with my own life and not to betray me.And to top it off? I was wearing spectacles I di
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INNESSA ______“Nina!” I ignored my little sister’s call as I rushed out of the ballroom where the party for my eighteenth birthday was going on. Or, should I say the celebration for my upcoming nuptials? Even the thought of that made me want to hurl. Since the moment the Capo of the major crime family: Rossi, had died my father had lost all his privileges and power in the underworld. He had been trying all these years to get back the power and position he once had, but the current Capo: Antonio Rossi, didn’t seem inclined to get cosy with anyone his father once associated with. Rumor even has it that he was the one who actually kîlled his own father when he was just a child himself. Sometimes, I wonder if he could teach me a thing or two about it because if I knew how to get out of it I’d commit patricide in my next breath. What? Don’t look at me like that. My father deserves it, if you knew him you’d say the same thing. He is the man who doesn’t deserve kids, and he doesn’t even
NINATHE FOREST was suffocating—dense trees shrouded in shadows, branches clawing at my skin as I stumbled through the dark. My breath rasped in my throat, sharp and shallow, the cold air burning my lungs. Gunshots echoed behind me, the sharp crack ricocheting through the night, spurring me faster and harder. My legs screamed for rest, but fear drove me forward. I didn’t dare look back. Run. That was all I could think, the word pounding through my skull in rhythm with my racing heart. The icy wind cut through my clothes, but the adrenaline numbed me to the sting. My feet splashed in the muddy puddles on the forest floor, the frigid water soaking into my shoes and making them heavier, harder to lift. Another shot rang out, and this time I stumbled, my ankle twisting awkwardly. Pain seared up my leg, but I bit back the scream clawing at my throat. It was nothing compared to the current state of my body. Keep going. You have to keep running. Or, they will kill your baby. Keep runnin
Twelve Years Ago ____Innessa: 18 years oldJeremiah: 24 years old ____JEREMIAH I sat in Giorgio Sicilian’s office, was poured the finest whiskey the man had as he sat across from me.Now, you must be thinking— why would a man who came to Italy with the sole purpose of destroying Giorgio Sicilian be sitting in his office, sipping his whiskey?The answer was simple.Because at this moment, I wasn’t Jeremiah Sokolov, heir to the Bratva. I was a businessman from New York, looking to invest in his third-rate weapon manufacturing industry.My disguise was flawless.A slate-grey Armani suit, Italian leather shoes, and a French beard— just for effect, I like to check all my boxes. Contact lenses concealed my grey eyes because Lachlan claimed they always gave me away as a predator. My little shadow was perceptive and I always take his advice with a grain of salt. After all he was the only man I trusted with my own life and not to betray me.And to top it off? I was wearing spectacles I di
JEREMIAH I watched her.Her eyes were wide with curiosity, lips parted as she hung onto every word that left Lachlan’s mouth. I should have been the one telling her our past, not him. But no— I had been too distracted, too consumed by thoughts of making her pay now that she was finally in my grip. I had forgotten to begin the history lessons as I had planned.Instead, I had wanted her out of my sight as soon as possible because I wasn’t sure what I would have done next. Every time I looked at her, all I saw was fire closing in around me— then waking up in a dark cell, my body marked with the scars of her betrayal.There was a time when I had stood where Lachlan was now, wanting to shield her, keep her safe, wipe away her tears, and offer her the solace of my presence. But that time was gone. It was never going to happen again.And I would make damn sure my little shadow didn’t fall for her lies and end up scarred, too.Last night, I had thrown her out of my bedroom and stopped Lachla
LACHLANMy little kitten let out a beautiful gasp as her lips parted for me. She let me devour her, melting into the kiss. Her tongue coming out to tease mine and when I sucked on it, her hands gripped my shoulders. I banded my arm around her and adjusted her until she was straddling me. I deepened the kiss, tasting her gasps as she settled over my hard cock.I had been hard since she’d come down to the dining table, just the sight of her had made me want her and take her. And then Jeremiah had humiliated her in front of everyone. I didn’t like that he had humiliated her for his revenge. It would’ve been different if it'd been for her pleasure and for ours but he did it for his revenge to shame her. And yet still, I had become hard when I had seen her eyes, for one single moment she had almost looked like she wanted me amidst her ordeal.Now her labored breathing fanned across my cheek as I trailed my lips down to her chin, jaw and neck. She arched, and sighed, as I placed open mouth
LACHLANI shouldn’t be here.That thought lingered at the back of my mind, but it didn’t stop me from opening her bedroom door and stepping inside. As soon as I entered something came flying at me, I ducked, my reflexes taking over. A loud crack had me looking to my left where now the broken vase was. When I turned to face her she was standing on the bed and glaring at me. The sight of her flushed face and angry eyes almost made me smile. Almost. But I knew it wasn’t time to let her know how adorable she was looking right now and I just wanted to sit there and look at her. Instead, I stepped inside her room, closed the door and said, “It could have been Garcia, or worse Jeremiah who you could’ve hurt, Nina. And we don’t want them hurt.” I walked to the bed and held out my hand for her. “Garcia wouldn’t have been able to dodge and would’ve gotten hurt, and she doesn’t deserve that. And, Jeremiah would’ve retaliated.”She stared at me for a long moment, the spark of silver in her one
LachlanI moved to follow her but Jeremiah stepped in my path, stopping me. “Move.”He didn’t. His eyes glared at me and he said, “We have a meeting.”“Go ahead. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”He narrowed his eyes and took a step closer. I was aware of the eyes on us. Xavier, Kayne, Olezka and his fûcking aunt was staring at us. But he didn’t seem to mind as he gritted out, “Don’t defy me again and again, little shadow, there’s only so much I can let go.”I took in a calming breath and moved past him in the direction of his fucking office. I needed just a moment of his weakness to strike back at him and bring him to his fucking knees. I was bidding my time, letting him think he was in control. Because if he knew I was plotting he will consider me his enemy too. His trust in me was already fragile and I didn’t want it to shatter like it had for everyone else in his life. God. He didn’t even fucking trust his own twin. It was a fucking miracle that he put even the slightest of it in
NINA "It seems I will have to take my wife in my own hands.”Dread coiled up in my stomach, my fight and flight instincts told me to make a run for it and I lurched to my feet, but he was faster.Before I could escape, his fingers clamped around my wrist, and he yanked me forward. My breath left me in a sharp gasp as he twisted me, forcing me over the breakfast table. Plates and silverware rattled beneath my weight, the scent of coffee and toast mixing with the scent of his cologne. Fire and danger engulfed me in a brutal hold. I thrashed and tried to fight his hold, but his grip was unyielding as he twisted my arm around my back and pushed me down harder that my breastbone hurt. “Stop,” I hissed, panic clawing at my throat from being subjected to this. “You fucking bastard—”The loud smack echoed in the hall before the pain registered and I went still. My mind short-circuited unable to process what just happened. He just hit me. The fucking monster hit my arse, making my whole bod
NINA“Sit, wife.” Jeremiah ordered, motioning to the chair beside him. He behaved as if nothing had happened last night. As if he hadn’t humiliated me. As if he hadn’t made me have sex with another man on what was supposed to be our wedding night. As if he hadn’t denied me my pleasure. As if he hadn’t tossed me out of his bedroom like garbage once the deed was done. I wanted to take that knife from his hand and plunge it deep in his throat. I hated him so fucking much.His eyes narrowed on me as if he could read my mind.I took in a deep breath and obeyed. As I sat down my eyes inadvertently went to the man sitting on his other side, in front of me. Lachlan’s green eyes searched mine as if he was looking for something. I met his gaze and everything that transpired last night between us came rushing back to me in vivid details. He had fucked me. He was the first man to claim me in twelve fucking years. And it had hurt but it had also felt so good. I had wanted him. I had wanted him
NINAI sat up with a jerk, my heart still pounding from the nightmare. I blinked against the dim morning light filtering through the heavy drapes, my body aching in ways I hadn’t fully processed yet. The sheets tangled around me felt foreign, a reminder that nothing about this place was mine—not the bed, not the air I breathed, not even the freedom I’d started to enjoy. After last night and Jeremiah’s declaration of how he had been the one to take my virginity, it seemed my mind had decided to take his words at face value and replaced the shadowy figure in my dreams with him. Now the monster chasing me through the dark forest has grey eyes and bright blonde hair that glint in the moonlight as he traps me beneath his hard body and fucks me mercilessly even when I cry and fight him. I wanted to say that I hated these nightmares, but every time I have these dreams I wake up with an ache between my legs. And today that ache was accompanied by an actual soreness that I could feel. Beca
JEREMIAH The door slammed shut behind her, the echo vibrating through my bones like the ghost of a scream.She was gone. Like I'd wanted.Naked. Humiliated.Shaking. And, still wet with Lachlan’s seed, with no satisfaction of her own, because I had denied it. Because she didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve an ounce of pleasure after what she did to me.I hated her.I hated her so fucking much.But apparently my cock didn’t get the memo. I was fucking hard.The sight of her taking every inch of Lachlan’s hard cock in that tight pussy, that I once had wrecked and made bleed for me, was everything I’d always wanted to see. But wanting and then having it at present were two different things where this Italian bitch was concerned. It should have disgusted me. It should have reminded me why I hated her. But all I remembered was my plans before she fûcking betrayed me and left me for dead.And now watching them together felt like I was once again in that cell and she was taking away