All Chapters of LOVE BEYOND BRATVA DARK WORLD: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aryana Joy Santini's POVHe was the tallest of the three, at least 6’ 3” with brown hair and a short, well-trimmed beard… His upper body seemed to be suffocating in that tight, blue shirt. It was tight around the arms and across the chest. Perhaps Craig should have considered a bigger size when he bought that one, but it wasn’t like I was going to complain about the view. Nor about those dark green eyes that sometimes seemed to look right through you.My throat went dry as I stared up at him. He was so damn handsome and so damn close. I didn’t know him, but his concern about his friend touched me.But then my friend appeared. Pilar paused in the doorway, pulling off rubber gloves and leaning close to Craig to throw them away. “Your friend is going to be just fine,” she announced, bringing a broad smile to Craig’s face.“Thanks, Pilar.” He offered her a warm glance, his smile widening. “Can I go see him?”“You can, but I gave him a strong painkiller. He’s on the couch and likely to be

Aryana Santini POV If anyone told me this would happen, I would have laughed in their faces. I didn’t date my customers. Period. It was not only good business sense, but stating my rule firmly and clearly usually got the man in question to back down. Usually. But again, Ace, Craig, and Montero weren’t the ones who’d pressed the issue. Hell, they’d never even brought it up.And did those three even count as customers anymore? Rocky had beaten the crap out of two assholes who’d tried to rob me. I’d helped dress Craig’s wounds. And Montero… well, I hadn’t had much direct contact with him, but he’d been there on that crazy night out in Northern Horizon.I sat down on my loveseat and pulled my knees up to my chest. The small couch reminded me of how ridiculously large Rocky Ace had looked on the sofa at Zeny’s place.It had scared the hell out of me when I saw that shard of glass in his neck. Partly because I was a bit squeamish, but also because I didn’t want him to be hurt. He seemed un

Rocky Ace De Luna POV“Time for a boys’ night out,” Montero had said.Just what I needed. One night, we almost got blown up. Another night, Aryana blew my fucking mind. She was so damn responsive to my touch. The way she’d moaned. The way she’d gasped and writhed on the sofa. It was all I could think about. So what the fuck was I doing in a strip club?But we hit this place a few times a month. It was what guys like us did. One incredible evening with a beautiful barmaid didn’t change that, which was probably a good thing. A sweet girl like her didn’t belong in my world. She belonged with someone else. In a nice place in the suburbs, with a caring husband, a bunch of kids, and a dog. She deserved a man who could make her his number-one priority.I couldn’t do that. Not for Aryana. Not for anyone else. Nobody forbade me to date. It was perfectly fine for guys like me, Montero, and Craig to go out with women. But I had no illusions. As soon as someone decided to take me out, anyone I ca

Montero Villar POVThe noise of my cell phone buzzing on the nightstand pried me from my deep sleep. I reached over, my eyelids refusing to open. By feel, I brought it to my ear.The only acceptable interruption to my sleep would be if it was the stripper I’d slipped my number to earlier before the shit hit the fan.But it wasn’t.“It’s me,” a familiar voice said.“Craig?” I croaked and sat up. “What the fuck? You okay?”“Remember Sandro Borromeo?”“Yeah.”“That’s all he is. A memory.”“Holy shit. Seriously?” I shook my head and lowered the cell phone enough for me to see it, as if I couldn’t believe I was hearing this. “Is this a joke?”“No.” His voice was grim. Craig did what needed to be done, but he didn’t like it. “I found him outside of The Tambayan Rolling Barrel Bar & Restaurant. He was going to blow up the joint.”“What? Why? They have the best sliders.”“Yeah, well, I changed his plans for him. Let’s just say that his Beamer has a pretty big sunroof in it now,” Craig said. “

Montero Villar POV “Yes?” I said cautiously. I knew where I’d recognized her from—the pictures in Aryana’s apartment. But how the fuck did she know who I was? “Who wants to know?”“Me,” she said, making me feel like the dumbest student in the class again. “When I find out that three bloody men show up on my doorstep, I make it a point to find out who they are.”Oh shit. “You’re the one who owns the house Aryana and that nurse were staying at?”“Yes.”“My compliments on what you’ve done with the place.” It was a crappy thing to say, but couldn’t she at least have torn down that ridiculous wallpaper?She glared at me, but I saw a small crack in her façade that she didn’t like living in a place that looked like a cross between a nursing home and a National book store any more than I would. “I’ve been on tour. I haven’t had much time to do anything with it.”More pieces fell into place. She was a singer. Now that I thought about it, I’d heard a thing or two about her. She sang at restaura