Velia Argento has lived a sheltered life, fiercely protected by her older brother, Hardin. But when she unknowingly saves the life of Xavier De Santos—Venom, the Alpha and head of the notorious MC The Reapers—her quiet world shatters. Ruthless, powerful, and driven by vengeance, Venom warns her: "You should have let me die." Now, he won’t stop until he owns her, body and soul. Venom is a shifter forged in blood and betrayal, haunted by the brutal murder of his family. He has spent years hunting those responsible, and Dr. Antonio Argento is the key to unlocking his past. When he discovers Velia’s connection to the doctor, she becomes more than a distraction—she becomes his obsession. Trapped in his dangerous world, Velia is forced into servitude, her every move dictated by his unyielding commands. But as she fights to escape his grasp, Venom finds himself drawn to her innocence, her defiance, and the fire in her eyes. He wants to break her—but what happens when the fragile kitten begins to claw back? With enemies closing in, secrets unraveling, and a war brewing among the most powerful mafia clans, Velia and Venom are caught in a deadly game of power, control, and undeniable attraction. She was supposed to be his prisoner. Now, she might be his only salvation. 🔥 **Possessive Anti-Hero** 💀 **Dark Mafia Romance** 🔥 **Obsession & Revenge** 💀 **Spicy & Emotional**
View MoreStartled, Velia's eyes flew open, her body trembling. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... please don't be mad," she begged, her voice shaky.Venom’s expression remained unreadable, but a trace of amusement laced his voice. "What are you doing in my bed?"Velia’s face flushed with embarrassment as she stammered, "I-I wasn’t tired... but you didn’t come... it wasn’t intentional..."His gaze moved up and down her body before he spoke again, his voice cold and controlled. "Don't let it happen again. Leave."Velia hastily obeyed, her heart racing as she approached the door. Just as she was about to exit, Venom’s voice called out."Stop."She turned back, her eyes wide with fear. "Y-yes?"His expression was still unreadable, but there was a hint of curiosity in his voice. "I’m hungry. Can you cook?"Relief and nervousness flickered across Venom’s face. "Y-yes. W-what do you want me to cook?"His gaze seemed to pierce her soul. "Something light and quick. And, Lupetta, don’t poison it."Fear
"You can go in," the guard said, nodding at Hardin. He had been called from the bar by Virus and now stood at the entrance, observing the scene. Virus had his tongue down a girl's throat, but he quickly dismissed her when he noticed Hardin."What am I here for?" Hardin asked coldly, his eyes narrowing.Virus smirked. "Why don’t you take a seat first?" He gestured to a chair. Hardin sat, his eyes scanning the room."I had to beg Venom a million times before he finally agreed to let me have you," Virus said, his smile widening. "But the decision is yours, of course. I can't force you if you're not interested."Hardin raised an eyebrow. "Have me? Why do you want me?"Virus leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "I like your vibe, Hardin. I think you'd be very useful to me."Hardin scoffed. "What if I don’t want to do it?"Virus shrugged. "That's up to you. But think about it. Working here means you can protect your sister. You can even get her out of here."Hardin’s expression softened slightly
Velia stretched wearily. She had been working non-stop today, and she wasn't used to it. She had to admit that her brother usually handled the bulk of the work. The thought of him made her sigh. She hadn’t seen him all day, and she missed him."We’re done for now. Let’s rest before the party tonight," Star said beside her.A sigh of relief escaped her before she followed Star to the maid quarters. As they approached, the loud sound of a machine distracted them. Glancing out the window. they saw Venom climbing off his bike, his face flushed with anger.Velia gasped and quickly looked away, fear creeping in. Stomping across the lawn, Venom shoved open the door and strode decisively toward her. His eyes pinned her in place. "Follow me," he growled.Velia swallowed hard but didn't dare disobey. She scrambled to follow behind, confused. "What’s wrong?" she asked.Venom didn’t answer, continuing until they reached his room. The door was open, and they entered. Harmony gasped at the vast sp
HE NEXT MORNINGDining RoomThe dining hall was as grand as the rest of the place, with soaring ceilings and expansive windows that let in natural light. A long wooden table stretched down the center of the room, surrounded by chairs. The table was always neatly set with plates, glasses, and silverware, ready for the pack members to gather for their daily meals.The walls were decorated with intricate wallpaper, and tall wooden cabinets lined the room, holding fine china and other dining essentials. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, inviting glow.As the pack members settled uncomfortably to eat, a procession of maids emerged from the kitchen with a variety of dishes. Most of the members of the MC would prefer to sprawl out and eat outside or on one of the couches but Godfather Marco insisted they all dine together when they were at the house. All eyes immediately fell on Velia as she carried the dishes given to her, making her cheeks heat."I think you’re the
Hardin grabbed Velia by the arm and dragged her toward a servant's entrance door located in a dark back corner, his face flushed with anger as he saw how exposed his sister was and how men continued to eye her."There are things you need to stop doing," Hardin hissed, his voice stern."If a man tells you to pick something up for him, ignore him. Do you hear me?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing.Velia nodded silently, looking down. She was ashamed that her brother was angry with her but she hadn't known what else to do."I don't think you should be working here," Hardin added. He scrubbed a hand over his face, his jaw clenched. "You wait for me right here. I'll be back."He turned to leave, planning to return to the bar, but Venom came down the hall, Blade right behind him. The Alpha disappeared into a door and Hardin immediately followed, his eyes fixed on them.Hardin tried to follow Venom into the room but Blade threw up a hand to his chest. "Let me in. I need to talk to him," Hard
The Regional Reaper's clubhouse was a lively, vibrant venue that pulsed with energy every night. Located in a secluded part of the clan’s territory, the building was designed to offer a private, exclusive space where members could unwind and have fun. And thanks to Godfather Marco's high end tastes, it was much different than any other MC clubhouse in the EU. Lavishly decorated, the club featured plush couches, glittering chandeliers, and state-of-the-art sound systems. The walls were adorned with vibrant artwork and neon lights, creating a futuristic and edgy atmosphere. Each night, the club was transformed into a new theme, from glamorous masquerade balls to neon-lit raves. Clan members would dress up accordingly, showcasing their creativity and flair. Upon entering, the loud thumping of music and flashing lights from the dance floor greeted you immediately. The air was electric, filled with the excitement and laughter of clan members as they danced, socialized, and enjoyed themse
Venom entered his room, his footsteps deliberate. As he approached his bed, a sense of unease prickled at his senses, the hair at the back of his neck standing at attention. He paused, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Nothing seemed out of place, but his wolf told him otherwise. And he always trusted his wolf.He took one more step when a shadow emerged with a gun trained in his direction. "You’re dead, asshole," the stranger said coldly. But Venom only smirked. He moved with preternatural swiftness, grabbing the intruder’s hand and twisting it with precision. He pulled his bone crunching strength at the last moment. The man let out a pained screech. "Ahhhh! Let me go! You win!" the intruder winced. Venom released him but kept a watchful eye. The man turned around, rubbing his wrist. "Can’t you let me win just once?" he joked with a lopsided grin. "Not a chance. Train harder instead," Venom replied curtly before cracking a rare smile. The tension broke as the two men shared a br
And he ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, tears blurring his vision as the sounds of chaos faded behind him. When young Xavier returned to his home hours later, all that remained was ash. The house was gone, consumed by flames, along with the bodies of his family. The authorities called it an accident. The town believed them. But Xavier knew the truth. He had seen it with his own two eyes. And he had the proof on his phone. Sent to an orphanage, Xavier replayed the video every night, tears soaking his pillow. He didn’t recognize most of the perpetrators, but one face was seared into his memory: Dr. Antonio Argento. Determined to seek justice, Venom resolved to show the police the evidence, but... "Boss, we’re here," Blade's voice interrupted his thoughts. The cycles had all stopped, and Venom climbed off his bike, his fury simmering just below the surface. "Hello? Hey!" Velia called after him. She had jumped off the bike she had been placed on and was struggling to
“Welcome home, Hard!” Velia exclaimed, throwing her arms around her brother in a tight hug. True to his word, he had returned early. This was an event that almost never happened. She was so excited“Look what I got for you,” Hardin said, holding out a neatly wrapped present. Velia’s eyes lit up as she tore it open, gasping with delight at the matching purple sneakers inside. “These are exactly the ones I wanted! Thank you so much, brother!” she beamed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and hugging him again. “Go back to your game,” Hardin said with a smile. “I’ll whip something up for lunch.” As he turned to the kitchen, his eyes caught a black card on her desk. His smile faded, replaced by a look of alarm. “Where did you get this?” he asked sharply, picking up the card. “A, um, friend came to me,” Velia explained innocently. “He was wounded, so I treated him.” Hardin’s heart raced as he saw the initials ‘XD’ engraved on the card. His stomach sank. “This is bad,” he murmu
Moonlight Desires, a popular club frequented by MC from all the packs, was alive with activity. The loud noises from the building testified to the wild revelry that unfolded there every night. Two sleek black SUVs pulled up in front of the club, and a guard quickly stepped forward, opening the door. A polished leather boot touched the ground, followed by a tall, handsome man in his early thirties.He exuded an air of authority, his expression unreadable, and a blunt dangled casually from his lips. Surrounded by loyal men, he moved toward the entrance without uttering a word. The rest of his men stayed stationed at the vehicle, heads on a swivel, watching the street for any enemies.The bouncer at the door nodded with respect and held the entrance open, but the man didn’t so much as glance in his direction as he stepped inside, flanked by his two closest men. His name was Xavier DeSantos—better known as "Venom." As Alpha of the pack and President of the notorious MC, The Reapers,Venom ...
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