MasukSEQUELI felt his cock before I was even fully awake.My ass was pressed right up against him, warm skin on warm skin under the sheets. He was already half-hard, and the second I shifted, it thickened against me. Not intentionally. Or maybe it was. With Zane, the line between half-asleep and doing shit on purpose had blurred into nothing a long time ago.I pushed back against him slowly, deliberately, letting his cock nestle between my cheeks. He made this low, rough sound in his throat that went straight between my legs.I did it again, grinding a little harder."Olive." His voice was gravelly, still thick with sleep, but there was that edge to it I knew too well."Mm.""Don't start something you're too sore to finish.""I’m just a little sore.""Same thing.""It's really not."I pushed back again, slower this time, rolling my hips so I could feel every inch of him sliding along my ass. His breath hitched. His hand found my hip, gripping hard enough to leave marks. It was supposed to
Chapter 264: Olive's POVIt didn't take long for Zane to come to exactly where I was standing, even after I'd told him to wait for me in the car.But no. That was Zane.He walked toward me with a face that held no room for performance, ignoring the amount of people whose mouths dropped as he moved through them, and in one instant he had me in his arms."Shit, I missed you, muffin."His words were muffled in my hair, and I felt him take a long, deep inhale like he'd been waiting to do exactly that since the moment I'd stepped out of the car."God, I love this new shampoo." A pause. "No. I love everything about you."His hands circled my waist, and I sighed into it, this feeling of being home, of being held by someone who grumbled their affection instead of performing it."People are watching," I said."I don't care." I could hear the grumble in it. "But I want to do things with you that I don't want them watching."He pulled back, grabbed my hand before I could protest, and steered me
Chapter 263: Olive's POVIt had been two weeks since the death of an enemy I never knew I had. Two weeks since Zane decided to blow up an entire warehouse, and a few hours after that, the military had come to the area and according to Nikolai, found nothing but debris. Leaving Zane's actions unfound, and perhaps every other thing that happened in that building buried along with it.I'd spent the past two weeks off from work duties, away with a therapist Nikolai had recommended."So does his voice still come to you? Do you still dream of his face, or has that reduced over the past two weeks?"The therapist asked, and I was still slightly surprised every time he brought up the explosion, the moment Zane killed multiple men in front of me, Simon's death. Most people would have danced around it. Mr Cosmo didn't dance around anything."It's hard to actually believe he's dead," I said. "Even though I know. Even though I was there. I only knew Simon for a short time. The first time I saw him
Chapter 262: Zane’s POVAlonso’s grip tightened on my wrist, what little strength he had left going into it like it was the last thing his body had decided was still worth spending on.“I liked her,” he said. “The first time I met her. At that party.”Olive’s hands didn’t stop pressing down on the wound, but I saw her flinch, just slightly.“I liked her, Zane. Genuinely. And then I spent months hating myself for it. Because liking her felt like the one true thing I had left in twelve years of nothing being true, and everything around it was built on lies someone else handed me.”“You don’t have to do this,” I said.“I do.” His voice cracked. “I need you to know I wasn’t lying about that part. Whatever else I was, whatever I let him turn me into, that part was real. She was the first real thing I’d felt in over a decade.”“Alonso—”“Let me finish.”I went quiet.“I hate myself,” he said. “For all of it. For Klaus. For believing what I wanted to believe instead of asking why. For years o
Chapter 261: Zane’s POVI wasn’t going to make it.I knew that in the half-second it took my own legs to react, knew it with a kind of cold, useless certainty, the distance between us simply too far, the angle simply too clean, and every single thing I’d survived in the last hours collapsed down into that one impossible second where I understood I was about to watch it happen anyway.And the shot happened.The weight of the bang crashed through the room, surpassing every other gunfire I had ever heard in my entire life.It wasn’t loud the way the earlier shots had been loud.It was loud the way the worst sound of your life is loud, the kind that doesn’t fade out of your ears for hours afterward, the kind that keeps happening somewhere behind your eyes long after the room itself has gone quiet.The next thing I saw was the fall of a body, which dropped with a sound that hit the concrete floor harder than it should have, and every part of me went still.Blood. So much red, all at once,
Chapter 260: Zane’s POVThe loading office was small. Square. One bulb hanging from a cord in the ceiling, swinging just slightly from some draft above us.And standing in the middle of the low effort lightening room was Simon.He wasn’t pacing. Nor hiding behind anything. Just standing there, hands loose at his sides, like he’d been waiting in that exact spot for an hour, like he’d already decided how this conversation was going to end before any of us had even opened the door.He looked at Alonso first.Studied him. The bruising. The way he was standing half a step behind me instead of beside hin, made something to cross on his face which looked quite familiar.“So that’s how it is,” Simon said. No anger in it yet. Just a kind of tired, almost amused recognition.“Yeah,” Alonso said. “That’s how it is.”“After everything I did for you.”“You didn’t do anything for me,” Alonso said, the restrain in his voice slipping. “You did things to me. You fucking lied to me… All these years… I
CHAPTER 26: OLIVE’S POVMy father's wife.I shouldn't have clicked on them. I knew better. But my thumb moved on its own, opening the app and navigating to the burner account I'd created six months ago just to keep tabs on them. On the life my father had built without me.The first photo was of my
Chapter 89: Olive's POVThe club was massive, with a tall glass building and lights and bodies pressed together at every corner, and Brenda was losing her mind the second we stepped out of the garage."This is insane," she said, practically bouncing on her heels as she stared at my new car. "This i
Chapter 73: OLIVE's POV"What happens now?" I asked, changing the subject because I wasn't ready to dive into the ethics of protecting family members who didn't deserve it."Now," Zane said, his
Chapter 35: Olive's POVThe call came twenty minutes after I left Grayson's office.I was still standing on the sidewalk like an idiot, people rushing past me with their coffee cups and briefcases, living their normal lives while mine was actively imploding. My phone buzzed in my hand and I almost







