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REBECCAArtemy abruptly left me standing in my room, leaving me in a state of shock. He didn't even spare me a second glance as he walked out. My mind was racing with confusion and a million questions. What had just happened?As I stood there, my fingers still trembling and touching my swollen lips, I realized how different this kiss had been. It was nothing like the kisses I had shared with Raffaele. With Artemy, there was a unique intensity that I had never experienced before. Despite its possessiveness and forcefulness, there was an underlying gentleness to it. It was as if he wanted me to truly feel him, to savor the moment. It was simultaneously sensual and overpowering, making me feel completely out of control. And yet, I couldn't deny the strange allure it held for me. Why didn't I find it repulsive?Feeling breathless and disoriented, I glanced around my room, desperately searching for something that could anchor me and help me make sense of the whirlwind of emotions I was exp

ARTEMY "Boss, we found her in the basement," Leon panted over the phone. Hearing the news, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. Now let's see if you can evade the truth, kitten. "I'm on my way," I snapped before hanging up. Slipping on my suit jacket and adjusting my tie, I reached into my drawer and retrieved my black leather gloves. I always wore them whenever we had to deal with a problem in the basement, just in case things got messy. With a resounding thud, I slammed the drawer shut and swiftly exited my office. Each step I took reignited the anger within me. It consumed me, and all I could see was a crimson haze surrounding my betrayer. The blood in my veins roared, pulsating through my temples. Gripping tightly onto the burning fury inside, I harnessed its power. My body tensed, muscles locking in place as I stormed down the dimly lit corridor. The frigid air crackled with my seething rage, and the only sound reverberating off the walls was the echo of my footst

REBECCA The tray of food beckoned me with its tantalizing aroma, causing my stomach to protest loudly. Yet, as I glanced back at the closed door, my heart raced in anticipation, fearing the return of Artemy, ready to drag me back into the dreaded basement. To my relief, he didn't burst through the door, and I found solace leaning against the headboard, my gaze falling upon my bandaged wrist. Artemy had taken the time to wrap it, and he had also brought me food, offering an apology for his actions. Conflicting emotions surged within me. Fear lingered, but his unexpected kindness touched me deeply. Was he truly sincere? A silent plea echoed in my mind, desperately hoping he meant it. Running my thumb over the bandage, I reminisced about the way he delicately kissed my wrists, as though afraid of causing me harm. It shattered my preconceptions of him as a callous individual. Remorse and guilt had flickered in his eyes, but doubts gnawed at me. Did his remorse stem from genuine regret

ARTEMY Brayden walked alongside me as we made our way towards my office, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the corridor. His voice broke the silence, filled with a hint of urgency. "Are we still on for the clubs' check-up tonight?" he inquired, glancing at me with a mixture of concern and determination. Responding with a grunt, I offered a nod, acknowledging our agreement without saying a word. We reached my office, where Milandro, Leon, and Avim awaited our arrival. As soon as they caught sight of us, they rose from their seats, a sign of respect. Meeting their gaze, I motioned for them to sit before taking my own place. Gathering everyone's attention, I announced the news we had received. "Raffaele has sent us another warning," I declared, the weight of the situation evident in my voice. "He's set his sights on another club, and he won't hesitate to kill anyone who stands in his way. He wants the whorehouse under his control. I want a minimum of twelve men there, guarding th

REBECCA Lynda gasped in surprise, her eyes widening. "Oh my God, Becca. I completely lost track of time. I'm so sorry. You were supposed to rest." She hurriedly stood up and wiped the countertop clean, a touch of guilt evident on her face. I reassured her with a smile. "It's alright. I had a great time talking to you." She shook her head, a hint of playful exasperation in her eyes. "Still, you need to go rest now, or Mom will never let me hear the end of it." She rolled her eyes dramatically, emphasizing the point. "Well, you do have a point," I chuckled, pulling her into a quick hug. In response, she playfully nudged me towards the door. "Go on, go rest." Making my way to the bedroom, I closed the door softly behind me. Tiredness washed over me, and without bothering to change out of my dress, I eagerly climbed into bed, nestling myself under the cozy, warm comforter. The day's activities had taken their toll, and now that I was finally lying down, my body felt heavy and letharg