He looked at me, his piercing eyes cold and sharp. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone irritated. “Cat got your tongue?” Fear gripped me, but I couldn’t back down. Not when proving my love was on the line. My hands trembled, but I managed to speak. “Hunter Steele...” I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “Will you... will you marry me?” His brows furrowed, and he tilted his head slightly. “What?” ANYA BLAKE ____________________________________ I can’t remember the last time I willingly let a woman get so close. To me, they were a necessary evil....useful when needed, and avoided afterward. But when a young woman, trembling yet determined, stepped in front of me and asked the most ridiculous question I’d ever been asked, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years: a spark. And when I kissed her, it awakened something in me—a feeling I hadn’t known existed. Her innocence intrigued me and I wanted to be the one to claim her, to mold her......to make her mine. HUNTER STEELE
Lihat lebih banyakAt this time, Ruby was at home, out in the yard, taking precise shots at the targets she had set up. The sound of each bullet firing echoed sharply, matching the determination etched on her face. Her focus was razor-sharp, but beneath it burned a restless impatience. She couldn’t wait any longer to take her revenge on Eduardo and Selena. Every pull of the trigger felt like a small release, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. She needed to strike them down herself. The late afternoon sun was beginning to dip when Camila returned home. The sound of her car in the driveway snapped Ruby out of her trance. She unloaded her gun, secured it, and wiped the sweat from her brow as she walked toward the house. By the time she stepped inside, Camila was already locking the front door behind her, an unreadable expression on her face. But Ruby caught the faint smile on Camila’s lips. She didn’t need to hear a word yet—she already knew. “It went well,” Ruby said, her voice low but filled with a kn
During the following week, Hector dedicated himself fully to recovery. He stayed within the walls of his apartment, watched closely by his brothers, who took turns staying by his side every single day. None of them trusted the underlings enough to leave Hector unguarded. They all knew the kind of enemies Hector had made over the years, and with news of his injury already circulating through the underground, none of them were willing to take any chances. Manuel, especially, made sure he was there every second of his watch. They had already come too close to losing Hector once. They could not take chances. While Hector’s days passed slowly in pain and silence, his mind often drifted to Ruby. Despite everything, he missed her. He would catch himself staring at his phone, tempted to call his underling just to hear how she was doing. But he never did. It was better this way, he told himself. She thought he was dead, and for now, that was safer for her. At least, that was what he tried
Carlos sighed, a faint, thoughtful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, I guess I understand to some extent." Hunter turned toward him, his brows lifting in surprise. "Really?" There was a hint of disbelief in his voice, as if he hadn't expected Carlos to be carrying something close to his chest. "Have you fallen in love or something?" Carlos exhaled slowly, as though weighing his words before letting them out. "Well, I wouldn't really call it love," he admitted, his voice low and distant, as if he was still figuring it out himself. "There’s just... someone I can’t get off my mind these days." Hunter gave him a knowing look and nodded. "Good for you," he said simply, not pressing further, respecting whatever boundaries his brother had just drawn. Manuel, however, was less impressed. He shook his head with an exaggerated roll of his eyes and muttered, "You guys are impossible." He pushed himself away from the wall where he had been standing and crossed his arms tig
Hector slowly opened his eyes, his vision still blurry from the pain. As the world around him began to come into focus, he noticed Carlos sitting beside him, his expression calm but attentive. Hector’s mind was racing, and the first thing he needed to know was whether Ruby was okay. Weakly, he reached out and placed a hand on Carlos’s arm. “How did it go?” Hector asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Is she safe?” Carlos nodded, his face hardening slightly. “Yes. I got to her just in time. She's fine now. We got her away from the danger.” He paused, then added, “I sent your right-hand underling to the hospital because he was shot. He'll be treated, and he'll live.” Hector closed his eyes in relief, the tension leaving his shoulders. His mind had been a blur of panic for the past few hours, but hearing that Ruby was safe helped to soothe the storm inside him. “Thank you,” Hector whispered, tapping Carlos’s hand lightly in gratitude. His eyes shifted toward Hunter, who stood n
When Camila arrived at the scene with Antonio trailing behind her, her heart was pounding in her chest. She spotted a white car parked at the far end of the close, its engine humming softly as if preparing to leave. She froze for a moment, uncertain whether the person inside was an enemy or someone connected to Ruby. Panic gripped her as she called out Ruby’s name, her voice echoing sharply through the narrow street littered with bodies and stained with fresh blood. As if responding to her voice, the white car suddenly turned, its tires crunching over gravel and broken glass as it pulled away from the scene without haste. Camila watched it disappear around the corner, her instincts telling her that whoever had been in that car was dangerous. Still, she stood her ground in the middle of the wreckage, turning in slow circles, searching. Her chest ached as dread formed a tight knot inside it. Then, faintly, she heard her name. "Camila!" The voice was weak but unmistakable. Her gaze
Ruby picked up her gun, tightening her grip around it, her knuckles pale against the cold metal as she braced herself for the worst. She had already accepted there was no way out. But she would not go down without a fight. If they wanted to kill her, they would have to bleed for it first. Her chest heaved with each shallow breath, her eyes fixed on the shadows ahead, waiting for the first movement..... waiting for them to charge at her so she could shoot. She wasn’t sure she had the strength to kill, but she was going to fight anyway. The air was filled with silence, broken only by the muffled sound of approaching footsteps. Her heartbeat was a roar in her ears, her stomach twisted with fear. The men were getting closer. She could almost feel them closing in. She bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste blood as she held her breath and raised the gun higher, her finger tightening on the trigger. But before they could get to her, gunshots suddenly erupted, sharp and loud,
Hector paced the floor, his steps uneven, as though the weight in his chest was too much to bear. His mind raced with a hundred thoughts, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not settle his nerves. His temples pounded, his heart thudded painfully against his ribs, and still he continued walking, back and forth, like a man who had lost all sense of time. His brothers, Manuel and Hunter, exchanged worried glances as they watched him unravel, the strain evident in every tense line of his body. Manuel stood from where he had been sitting and crossed his arms, his brow furrowed as he stared at Hector. “You need to sit down,” he said firmly. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, and you’re not giving yourself time to heal.” Hunter spoke next, his tone less sharp but no less urgent. “Manuel’s right. You shouldn’t be up walking around like this. You’re restless, fine—but this isn’t helping you. You need to rest or you’re going to collapse.” But Hector only shook his head, his jaw clenched
Hector nodded slowly. He understood Hunter, even though it tore at him. But he wasn’t the type to sit still. Gritting his teeth, he began moving toward his gun, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest. Hunter grabbed his shoulder, trying to stop him. "Don’t be reckless," Hunter warned. But Hector shook his head. "You don't get it, do you?Ruby needs me. I can’t just sit here while she’s dying out there." "Alright, I’ll go." Carlos suddenly said. Hector blinked, surprised. Carlos gave him a crooked grin. "Get me their location. I’ll find them." Relief flooded Hector’s face. "Thank you," he said. He quickly called his underling, who was still on the run with Ruby. The underling answered on the first ring. "Boss." "I’m sending my brother to get you. Turn on your GPS so he can track you." Hector instructed. The underling didn’t hesitate. "It’s on. Coordinates are live." Hector exhaled. "Keep Ruby alive. Do whatever it takes." "I will," came the reply. As soon a
Gunshots exploded through the house, shattering the windows. Glass rained down like sharp confetti, splintering across the floor. Furniture toppled over. Bullet holes ripped through the walls like paper. Ruby’s ears rang from the sound of it all. The underling grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her down behind a wall. “Stay low!” he barked. His voice was tight, controlled, but there was fear in his eyes. Ruby’s breathing was ragged. She fumbled for her phone with shaking hands and dialed Camila’s number. “Pick up… pick up,” she muttered under her breath. But there was nothing. No answer. Just the endless ring. “Who are you calling?” the underling snapped, peering around the corner with his weapon ready. “My friend,” Ruby replied. “Camila. She’s a cop. If she picks up, she’ll send backup.” But Camila wasn’t picking up. Ruby cursed under her breath and quickly typed out a text message: “Under attack. Send backup. Men with guns. Hurry.” The underling checked his magazi
ANYA Valentine’s Day; The day of lovers, the day I had been waiting for with my heart in my throat and dreams in my eyes. Today was going to be my day. My perfect day. I rushed into the bar, my heart pounding in anticipation. The sight of Cross made my breath catch, as it always did. He was sitting there, looking effortlessly perfect. His hair was slightly messy, his smile casually charming, and his presence magnetic. I had loved him since high school, and even now, in college, that love hadn’t faded. If anything, it had only grown stronger. He was the guy all the girls wanted, yet somehow, he remained single. That was part of his charm...unreachable, mysterious, untouchable. But not to me. I believed I had a chance. I wasn’t supposed to school at Kings college. My parents had wanted me to attend a more prestigious one, but I had whined, begged, and complained until they sent me there.....where Cross was. To me, nothing mattered more than being near him. Yesterday, I had done...
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