LOGINDallasMy head pounded like someone had split it open. I jerked awake in the back seat of a moving car. The sharp throb in my arm where Ryan had gripped me flared with every heartbeat. My wrists burned behind my back, zip ties cutting into my skin with every twitch. The scent of leather and exhaust filled my nose, turning my stomach. I tried to sit upright, but my shoulder slammed against the car door as the vehicle swayed around a curve.What the hell?Memories of Ryan coming up behind me crashed over me like a brutal wave. I twisted violently, legs kicking out against the front seat, a muffled scream tearing from my throat.“Ryan!” My voice came out raw and broken. “Let me out you piece of shit!”Sweat beaded on my forehead, mixing with fresh tears that stung my eyes. My heart hammered so hard it felt like it would crack my ribs. The arm he had grabbed pulsed with deep, bruising pain. Nausea rolled through my gut from whatever he had used to knock me out. It must have been hours. Th
RyderI drove fast to Bruce’s house immediately my flight ended, my heart beating in my chest, all my struggles to save my mother had been in vain for how long she had been dead, I failed her. I leaned on the horn, the sharp blast cutting through the storm. The guards didn’t flinch.I slammed the car door so hard the frame rattled, my boots hitting the wet gravel outside with a splash that soaked my pants. Rain hammered down in sheets as I stormed the reinforced gates, fists already clenched, blood roaring in my ears louder than the storm. Triple of the usual guards lined the gate.“Open these damn gates!” I roared, slamming both palms against the steel bars. The impact vibrated up my arms. “Bruce! Get your ass out here!”The lead guard stepped closer, one hand resting casually on his holster, rain streaming off his tactical vest. “No entry. Boss’s orders. Turn around, now Mr. Callahan.”I looked around and I didn’t recognize any of them. I moved right up to the bars, voice dropping t
DallasThe suitcase handle slipped from my sweaty palm and hit the floor with a dull thud. My eyes moved slowly across the hallway, catching on the clothes scattered everywhere. Jax’s button-down shirt lay crumpled near the entrance, wrinkled and twisted together with Hazel’s favorite silk blouse. I stood there staring, my brain refusing to make sense of it.Then I heard it-Hazel’s sharp moan, followed by that low, deep sound that could only come froMy legs started shaking. I took one shaky step forward, then another. This couldn’t be happening. Not today. Not after everything I’d already been through.“What is happening to me?”The scream tore from my throat, raw and desperate, echoing through the dark house. My vision blurred as hot tears spilled over, carving burning paths down my cheeks and dripping from my chin. I couldn’t breathe, the air felt too thick and heavy, like it was trying to choke me.I stumbled the rest of the way down the hall, legs shaking so badly I nearly colla
DallasMy blood ran so hot I could barely see straight as I stormed down the sidewalk away from Ryder. I didn’t look back. Not once. How the hell is he always turning everything into sex? What does he think I am - his on-call whore?I don’t blame him- not entirely. The sharpest knife was the one I’d driven into my own back the moment I let myself fall into him. I had cheated on Ryan. That truth sat like lead in my stomach. But I refused to let Ryder see how easily he could unravel me, I wouldn’t hand him that power.My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging deep crescents into my palms until the pain grounded me. I wanted to scream until the sky split open and the wind stole my voice across the city lights. Instead I kept walking, shoulders hunched against the cold gusts that slapped my dark hair across my eyes. Tears burned at the corners, but I blinked them away viciously, forcing the lump in my throat back down where it belonged.I tried calling Ryan again, but the line still wo
RyderI slipped onto the balcony mid-call, easing the glass door almost shut so I wouldn’t wake Dallas. Her breathing stayed soft and steady from the bed. I wanted to crawl back in there and bury my face in the curve of her neck and forget the rest of the world existed. But the video kept playing.Bruce leaned back in a leather chair, wearing that same predatory smirk. Beside him sat an unfamiliar man and a Don, all three of them laughing, drinking like they owned every room they entered.“Whats this?” I asked Steve.“That’s Bruce Callahan, Don Alessandro De Luca, and Don Tijan Vitale.”A cold knot twisted hard in my gut as I frowned at the footage.“They don’t just share a friendship,” Steve pressed. “They built an empire together in Monaco. Those investments aren’t guarded by lawyers, money, or guns-they’re sealed by their blood.”“Did you drink too much?” I muttered, dropping my phone onto the wide railing for a second.“I’m not done talking,” Steve bit out sharply. “The five safe
Dallas POVI woke up to Ryder’s low, rough voice rumbling from the balcony. My heart slammed against my ribs instantly. What the fuck is wrong with me? Guilt crashed over me in a cold wave, twisting my stomach into knots. I dragged the duvet higher over my naked body, fingers curling so tight the fabric bunched painfully in my fists. How could I have let this happen again? His touch was still branded on every inch of my skin, his scent clinging to me.I sat up slowly, wincing at the delicious ache between my thighs. My pussy felt swollen, tender, and deliciously used. Every tiny movement sent a dull, throbbing ache through my core. It felt good, that lingering fullness, but the pleasure only sharpened the guilt. Ryan is probably somewhere pounding on why I wouldn’t let him, while I’d been fucking my ex on a balcony for the whole city to potentially see.How fucked up am I? I gritted my teeth, swallowing the lump in my throat. I reached for my silk robe that laid on the floor and slipp
“God, you look terrible. When was the last time you slept more than an hour?” Melissa asked as we pulled away from the kiss. “Work’s been…. You know how it is.” I tried to shrug it off, but my shoulders felt like lead.“Why don’t I take the stress off you for a few hours at least.” She leaned in a
RyderIt's been four years already. Four fucking years, and Dallas Romero is still in my every thought. Now she's back, even hotter, and I can't seem to keep still.I know I messed up—it's my MO. I'm a fucking cunt.I had gotten out of the car. People bustled in and out of the bar as I walked in, t
What was I expecting? That he wouldn't date anyone and wait for me? I didn't wait for anyone to say anything as I rushed inside, nudging Melissa to the side. Of course he isn't your prince charming, this isn't one of your Wattpad romance books, Dal.This is real fucking life.My blood boiled, not
Seattle. My greatest nightmare.Thankfully, my overbearing big brother had sent me urgent cash to come back home. In his words: “I'll feel better close to family.”After checking the boxes at security, I picked up my bag and walked out of the airport. I searched through the crowd until my eyes land







