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
"One punch, one kick, and—victory!" Velia cheered, her voice brimming with excitement. Fingers flying across her controller, she was engrossed in her video game as she munched on a piece of chicken. Her eyes were glued to the screen, her face lit up with pure joy. Suddenly, a familiar sound broke her focus. She pulled off her headphones and checked her phone. It was a call from her brother, Hardin. Smiling, she answered. "Hello, brother," she greeted, her voice muffled by the food in her mouth. "What are you eating?" Hardin asked, his tone calm and amused. "Chicken," she replied, still chewing. He chuckled softly. "Don't rush yourself. Listen, I'll be home late tonight. There's an important guest at the club. Make sure you lock the door before you go to sleep, okay?" "Of course," Velia said sweetly. Hardin was always so caring, constantly looking out for her. He practically smothered her with attention, which was probably why she didn’t have many friends. She was homeschooled at
"Velia!" a voice called from outside. Velia stirred awake, blinking groggily as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She had fallen asleep on the floor with her head on the bed, after staying up all night to watch over the stranger. She had moved him to her bed when he had woken up during the night asking for water, afraid of her brother's reaction."Velia, are you still sleeping?" her brother called again, his voice laced with concern. Quickly, she stood up and rushed to the door, a worried look crossing her face. She stepped outside, carefully shutting the door behind her to keep him from seeing inside. "Good morning, brother!" she greeted with a bright smile, masking her fatigue. "Are you okay? You look stressed," her brother asked, his brows furrowing as he studied her face. "Did you sleep well?" "I'm fine, brother," she replied nervously, fidgeting with her hands. "There's nothing to worry about." "You were already asleep when I got home last night," he said, softening his ton
Pedro sat in his office, a laptop open on the desk and a pack of weed pressed to his lips. He was waiting for his men, eager to hear their feedback, but they hadn’t arrived yet. Everything was recorded—proof of his latest triumph. He couldn’t wait to show the other mafia leaders, especially Godfather Marco, how easily he had taken down their supposed "backbone."A guard called him, interrupting his thoughts. Pedro quickly stepped out of his office to find the pack members gathered outside, staring at the bodies of the twenty men he had sent to the mission laid out in a row. Each of them bore gunshot wounds."He killed them all," the guard said grimly. Another guard set up a laptop and played a video. The footage showed an explosion, followed by a chaotic pursuit. Pedro watched as his men were gunned down systematically one by one. But before that, he saw the target take multiple close range shots to the chest and back."He can't have survived that," Pedro sneered. "No one could." Hi
“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
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
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
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
The news of Victor Conti's death spread like wildfire, racing through the country's communication channels with lightning speed. The clan's members were in a state of confusion and curiosity, their whispers and speculations filling the air.In a dimly lit room, a figure watched the news unfold on TV, his face hidden behind a mask. Overlord Rosario let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with admiration."Victor, you were a true loyalist," he said, his voice dripping with respect. "I'm impressed. You chose to die rather than betray me. That takes courage."Rosario leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he continued to watch the news. "Your sacrifice won't go unnoticed, Conti. Your pack will be promoted, and your legacy will live on."As the news anchor spoke of Conti’s death, Rosario's mask glinted in the flickering light. He was a man who valued loyalty above all else, and Conti's final act had earned his respect."Your death will be a catalyst for change, my fri
Velia’s hands trembled faintly as she guided Venom toward the bedroom, her fingers pressing gently against his waist to steady him. The bath had been a quiet affair, the warm water lapping against his skin as she’d washed away the grime and blood with careful, deliberate strokes. Now, his damp hair clung to his forehead in dark tendrils, and the faint scent of soap mingled with something earthier—something uniquely him—that made her chest tighten. He leaned into her as they moved, his weight a solid, unyielding presence against her smaller frame, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body despite the coolness of the evening air filtering through the cracked window. She maneuvered him toward the bed, her breath catching as she eased him down onto the silky bedding. The mattress creaked under his weight, a soft protest that broke the stillness of the room. Velia’s hands lingered on his shoulders for a moment longer than necessary, her fingertips brushing against the taut musc
Red Viper ClubVictor Conti, the Alpha of Black Mamba MC, stepped out of his sleek black car and onto the dimly lit street. He slicked back his shining black hair, his eyes scanning the surrounding area with a hint of paranoia. This was his favorite club, Red Viper, a place where he could let his guard down and be himself without fear of judgment. But it was also a secret he kept hidden from the rest of the world, a secret that could ruin his ruthless reputation. Red Viper was a gay club, and Conti knew that his association with it would be seen as a weakness by his enemies and even mean his death by some of his own people.As he entered the club, the bouncer gave him a subtle nod, and Conti slipped inside unnoticed. The pulsating music and flashing lights enveloped him, and he made his way to the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of excitement and caution. Before tonight, he had always been careful to keep his visits to the club secret, using underground entrances and secre
Snake stretched lazily and rolled around on the bed, opening her eyes to find the room too bright. She quickly closed them, realizing that someone must have left the window open. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she was surprised to see someone emerging from the bathroom, wearing only boxers and a towel around his neck. Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized the person, and she quickly sat up, her face flushing with embarrassment."What the hell are you doing in my room?" she asked angrily, her brow furrowed in annoyance."Your room?" Hardin asked blankly, his expression confused. He looked around the room, his eyes squinting slightly.She finally looked around, realizing that the room wasn't hers. Her eyes widened in shock, and her mouth dropped open."Why...am I...here?" she asked nervously, her voice trembling slightly."I should be the one asking you that," Hardin scoffed, his expression incredulous. "You're the one who showed up in my room without invitation and started st
Her eyes were closed, her lips poker-straight as she moved closer to him. Venom stared at her lips, still trying to figure out what she was up to. Suddenly, he stood up, and she was dumped unceremoniously from his lap. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, not realizing she had been trying to kiss him. But Velia didn't respond. She had curled up on the thick rug and was sound asleep at his feet. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked at her for several heartbeats before going to his bedroom, grabbing a throw blanket and covering her. He left the painting room and lay on his bed for a moment wondering what to do but then he remembered what Hacker had told him. A big smile spread across his face. He was going hunting...***"Hey," Mauler said, entering her sister's room. Sniper was throwing darts at a board and didn't even acknowledge her presence. "What was that all about?" Mauler asked again, and Sniper finally looked at her. "What are you talking about?" Sniper asked coldl
Hardin stood outside Virus's door, his heart racing with anticipation. He had been wondering about Venom's motives for weeks, and he knew that Virus was the only one who could provide answers.He took a deep breath and entered the room. Virus looked up from his bed, a hint of surprise on his face."Hardin. What brings you here?"Hardin didn't waste any time. "Why did the Alpha only torture my sister? Why not both of us, since Antonio is my father too?"Virus's expression turned cold. "Venom gave you to me, Hardin. If he hadn't, you would have suffered the same fate as your sister."Hardin's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?"Virus's voice was laced with venom. "My brother spared you because I owned you, but if he hadn't, you would have begged for death. I saved you from that."Hardin felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.Suddenly, Virus's expression changed. "Wait a minute...you're not...Vegas, are you?""No, I'm not Vegas," he said quickly.
Her hand hovering over the phone, Velia debated whether to call the pack doctor. Venom's injuries were severe, and he needed medical attention ASAP. But something held her back. She remembered how he had kept his wounds hidden from the rest of the pack, always taking care of himself. Maybe he wanted to keep this a secret too.With a sense of deja vu, Velia searched the room and found a stash of medical supplied. She was lucky; Venom always prepared for the worst. She got to work, carefully removing the bullets from his body, including the one on his shoulder which was almost in the exact place the first bullet she had removed from him had been. Her hands trembled, but she focused on the task at hand.As she treated and bandaged each wound, Velia couldn't help but wonder why he had kept this from everyone. Last time, his enemies were hunting him. She could understand that. But now, they were surrounded by his pack. Could he possibly trust her more than the others? The thought sent a wa
The SyndicateThe twins went to their father's room where he was waiting for them, a wide grin spreading across his face as they entered. They both bowed, their heads lowered in respect."So, how was the place?" Pedro asked, his eyes gleaming with interest. "Let's hear it.""Venom attacked Roman," Rico said excitedly. "He even threatened to kill him."Pedro's grin grew wider. "That asshole is more dangerous than I thought, but that's a bonus for us.""I think he will be losing his life soon," Rico added, his expression serious.Pedro's eyes narrowed. "Were you able to talk to Roman?"Rico nodded nervously. "We talked a little."Pedro's smirk returned. "I hope you'll have a good report for me."He turned to his daughter, his expression cold. "And shat about you?"Rica shifted uncomfortably. "Dad, I can't just get close to him. We've never met and he's not interested in me."Pedro's face twisted in anger. Pulling out a pistol, he shot Rica in the shoulder. She screamed in pain as he wal
kay then," Roman said, settling a practiced smile on his lips, his dark eyes flicking to the gun on the table."With me. Now," Venom commanded Velia, who was trying to control the shivering in her limbs. She scurried after him, her eyes wide with fear. She didn't dare look behind her where the guests watched in surprise. Excited mumurs broke out over the showdown over the new slave. "Well, well. This party just got a lot more interesting," Rico chuckled, sipping from his drink. Rica rolled her eyes, her expression disapproving. "I don't think so," she said, shaking her head. As the party continued, Venom grabbed Velia's hand, pulling her along to meet his longer stride. He started dragging her toward his rooms, his MC members watching curiously. "What's going on?" Mauler whispered to Ghost as Velia was dragged past them. Ghost shrugged. They had gone to change after shopping and had missed the drama in the party.Snake watched from where she was standing, her eyes narrowed, furious