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My men dispersed and got into their positions awaiting my signal. Tonight, Demelio will finally meet his end. The blood that spills never ends, there will alway be more bodies stacked toward success.

To be continued...
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
the plan, each of my men offering their opinions.

"Sir, we will get her out alive. We are loyal to the Cabot's."

It as a sweet gesture but I didn't have time for sweet, AL Capone was nothing compared to the massacre that was ahead. Marcus would die and by my hand alone...

"Get to work!"
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
pulled up, with the grey signa indicating it was my arsenal of deadly weapon's. They parked and got out in groups surrounding me. "What's the plan boss?" Jose asked and that recognizable sneer lifted at the corner of my mouth, the one that Cece hated most surfaced. I moved in close, as I devised >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
us in this mess to begin with and she never let me forget it. I smirked at the memory of her lecture a couple of days ago, which made me spiral and Jessica provided comfort, a distraction that took me away from this mess. I tucked the colt in the back of my waist and shut the trunk, three SUV's >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
The line went dead, dropping my arm and shifting my stance as I walked to the back of my car. I am popped the truck grabbing my Colt. 22 Rimfire Pistol, cocking the hammer back to prepare for my kill. When it came to Cece, she was my blood and thinking straight was never my forte, it's what got >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
in the first place that caused the murder of my parents, by Marcus Demelio. That fucker would have his organs removed one by one by my hand; it was only a matter of time.

"It's time, isn't it?" He asked on the first ring.

"Yes." I sighed softly.
"Kane, make sure she doesn't escape."

"Promise."
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
and his interest in men didn't hinder that for me. I was certain that Kane would put his life on the line for Cece but convincing her that she was being taken to a secure location might be a tough pill to swallow. The fact was she was my own family left. It was my recklessness >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
could count on him to handle Cece, at least she favored him more than anyone. They'd become close a few summers ago, bonding over pretty things, needless to say he came out to her as gay and helped him unfold to the rest of the crew. Personally, the whole thing was dramatic but, I cared about him >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
foolish sister got caught up in this chaos with me. I was the bigger fools for allowing her to even partake, but she was a spiffy little firecracker and even though we argued like crazy, I loved her. More than I'd ever tell her. I parked near the river, getting out my cell and dialing Kane. I >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
hung up. My head was shifting between inflicting brutal pain to what Jessica's face must have looked like when Rico broke the news. There were more fish in the sea and yet part of me wished that I could keep at least one person in my life without sacrificing all the time. It was bad enough that >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
down was surfacing.

"Alright listen up, fuckface. Gather all my best men. Arm them to the fucking nines. Tell them to meet me two blocks away from Marcus'. Oh and Jose, DON'T FUCK THIS UP OR I WILL HAVE YOUR FUCKING SPINE!" I could hear him swallow the fear over the receiver and quickly >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
traffic. Every second that went by, my sister's life hung in the balance. If that motherfucker would have never sent his son to die, we wouldn't be in this mess. We could have worked something out, business wise. White knuckles caught my attention realizing that the side that I kept buried deep >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
he picked up on the first ring.

"Boss."

"Where is she?"

"Marcus has her."

"Mind, fucking telling me how the fuck he got her?"

He took a long pause, as if preparing to lose more than just his job. "We reviewed the camera. It was the driver."

I clenched my jaw, as I sped through the chaotic >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
lifestyle. She deserved more. I grabbed my keys to my Mercedes and bolted. I sent Rico to handle the Hampton's bill and get rid of Jessica, for good this time. My own sister was in the devil's grip, and I couldn't let another innocent person die because of me. I dialed Jose my right-hand man, >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
message chimed in,
"Don't ignore this, boss. It's your sister. She's in danger."

The second I digested the information, I was on my feet, quickly finding my pants and shirt. Jessica was still soundly sleeping, waking her would just make things more complicated. Especially because of my >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
wrinkle in her forehead when she was rising off the mattress, fingers curled into the sheets, tongue releasing my trigger. She said my name in a way that sounded like a bloody lullaby, bewitching me into insanity. I unlocked my phone getting ready to capture her sleeping form, when another >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
used for satisfaction but with Jessica, she knew how to mind fuck well, too. It's made her...captivating, not to mention that perfect body. By this point, I'd memorized the curve of her lips, the little giggle that escaped her every time I kissed her folds, drowning in them. Or the little >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
events in my mind. Apparently, she proved to be useful since this was our third hook up this week, which was surprising. Anyone that knew me, well...the real me, understood that I didn't do consistency. Even my little-brat-of-a-sister by two minutes knew that I was a prick. Women were a mere tool >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
warns that the scent is familiar. The wolf now looks over his right flank and his glowing red eyes land on me. Fuck. Is it him?
The wolf howled but ran in the other direction. Why did it crush me that he left so quickly? Was I not good enough? I am an omega, Alpha’s expected a Beta trait in their ~
January 10, 2025 at 1:34 AM
when I am met with darkness, then a loud sound comes from behind me and a gutter moan freezing me in place. I found myself halting my steps as my eyes caught glimpse of another set of glowing red eyes. They emerged from the shadows, pouncing on my predator and snapping the Alpha’s neck. Sasha ~
January 10, 2025 at 1:34 AM
too tense to phase and enjoy myself. Life was stressful. I was trying to get into Juilliard despite the fact I was a bit older than most of the girls. They were in their early 20’s and I was closer to my thirties now but I wouldn’t let that stop me. I opened my eyes wider to scan my surroundings ~
January 10, 2025 at 1:34 AM
ward them off. Sasha warned me it wasn’t Mason, it was an unfamiliar and dangerous scent. Quickly I shifted and ran toward my cabin on the west side. This was a bad idea staying out past my own personal curfew. I wanted to give Sasha the opportunity to run and be free. Usually I refrained and was ~
January 10, 2025 at 1:34 AM