LOGINHUNTERI pumped my brakes, stiffening in my seat, the phone pressed to my ear."Atlas?" I asked in a low whisper. I hadn't spoken to him in a while... in years. I'd kept tabs on him for a while, he managed to evade me but was fine. I got the message to get the bratva soldatos off him. But getting a call from him out of nowhere suddenly."I asked a fucking question here. The only reason I let Theo be with you was because I believed he was better off that way, and now you are letting him go off to be with... some man?" Atlas questioned, the anger bleeding through his tone was evident."I don't know what you mean, Hunter. Theo's family didn't make it public yet but... Atlas, Theo is dead." I whispered into the phone, my hands damn near shaking, waiting for him to be as shattered as I had been when I'd heard those very words. It didn't come. No anger. No wrath."Is this some shitty lie? I get it. I should never have let you be with him. What the hell was I thinking? And now you've fucked
HUNTERI'm buzzing with adrenaline, the need to kill, the hungry taste of blood as I stood by the entrance, hands crossed over my chest. I watched each bratva pakhan from across the world shift uneasily in their seats, passing hardened stares at one another.Some were allies. Some were not. And today, I was counting on the fact they'd rip each other apart.I felt an arm shove at me, yanking me backwards out of the council hall. The massive room currently housing twenty-two pakhans who were all itching and restless."What the fuck did you do?" Jeremy screamed, looking rancid, having equally dark circles and bloodshot eyes as I did as well. He looked a mess, barely holding on his weight, his rough hand running through his hair for the millionth time today."Where's Zenya?" I asked, tasting the word and trying to feign ignorance as I spoke."Where's Zenya?" Jeremy asked, the words holding a snicker of irritation to it."I don't know why you pulled this shit, calling a council meeting? Wi
CIROI rolled in bed. Angry, irritated, and full of suspicion. Cerci had in fact not returned home last night. I couldn't sleep either, with that annoying voice still in my head. I just didn't know enough. I wasn't certain if I had an affair or not. If Cerci always stayed out as he'd been doing frequently, then it made sense. I got bored easily.But what made no sense was how I could get into an affair and keep it going without Cerci or any of his men knowing. That part was definitely too good to be true.I could hear the honking and screeching of tires. I shot out of bed, poking my head out to see Cerci and his convoy return home. For the third time, I felt irritation surge up in me. I didn't want him back yet. He had lied about returning. I needed to be alone. I kicked back beneath the duvet, switching off the lights to lie in my pretense sleep, even when I knew there had been a camera in the room.Soon, the door swung open and the thudding of his feet drew closer to me."Si, si, s
CIRO [THEO]"It would all be fine. As long as you stick to your prescriptions and keep getting your usual dosage of injection, your memories will return in no time. It is just as we've checked—your scans are fine," the doctor explained in a shaky tone, refusing to meet my gaze with his eyes.I could not really blame him, not with Cerci huffing and puffing tobacco fumes right into the poor man's face, standing with a permanent snarl on his like he was my guard dog."Well, ya heard the doctor, zvezda, you'll be fine." He cooed, threading his fingers in a slow bind behind my ears that had me shuddering. I smiled lowly, relieved that I wasn't going cuckoo. I didn't care much if my memories returned or not. What scared me was the incessant laughter I heard, always in my mind. A laughter that didn't belong to Cerci. Each time I recalled, my heart seemed to ache.I didn't want to remember. The thought that I may have cheated on Cerci with another man would bring me to dread and ruin. I coul
CERCI I watched him fall apart.Ciro sprawled on the floor like a broken thing…chest heaving, thighs slick, his hole gaping and dripping with my cum. His eyes were glassy. His mouth was open. A string of spit stretched from his lower lip to the wood.Beautiful.I didn't give him time to breathe. I grabbed his ankle and dragged him across the floor. His back scraped against the rough planks. His head thumped against the wood. He didn't complain. He just let me move him…limp, wrecked, obedient.I flipped him onto his stomach."Hands and knees," I ordered.He didn't move fast enough. I grabbed his hips and hauled them up myself. His face pressed into the floor. His ass lifted. His hole was still stretched, still wet, still dripping with my cum and his slick and the residue of the handle.I knelt behind him."Cerci…" he gasped. I grabbed his hair. Yanked his head back."Shut the fuck up."He whimpered. His spine arched. His cock…still half-hard, still leaking…dangled between his thighs,
CIRO (theo)My dick spasmed in his mouth, his hot, fleshy cheeks clamping down on the length of it like a wet fist. I groaned, gripping his hair hard enough to hurt. This position was familiar to me, though I didn't want to admit it. The way his tongue rolled over the underside of my coc…thick, wet, rough while still sucking, the pressure building deep in my balls.My toes arched, curling against the cold tiles when he popped off. The sound was obscene. A wet, sucking, gasping pop that echoed off the corridor walls.He grinned. Eyes locking onto mine as I whined at the loss of his mouth on me. Spit stretched from his lower lip to the head of my cock, thin and glistening, catching the dim light."Easy, zvezda," Cerci muttered, licking across the slit of my dick. His tongue dipped into the sensitive opening, lapping up the pearl of precum that had swollen there. I whined. "I don't like to rush my meals. I want to taste every drop. Every fucking pulse."I ran my tongue over my lips, wa
HUNTERMy pretty little cockwhore looked really disturbed. The emotions conflicting on his face were the highlight of my day. Getting beat up was worth this shit.“Fuck you, I’m not sucking your cock.” He spat angrily, just like I had expected. It was some sort of dynamic—Theo could lie all he want
HUNTERThe angry pulling and slamming of doors was all I needed to know. A smile tilted on my lips as I held firmly onto my hockey stick, bending forward on the ice to play the puck forwards.“I’ll fucking murder you myself!” Theo cursed, yelling at the top of his voice as he stormed towards the r
HUNTERThe bastard was getting on my nerves. That little pissy fuck was beginning to grate on my nerves. I punched into the bag twice, felt it swing back before landing another blow into the punching bag.I was a hooligan? A trouble he had to watch every spare minute? He dared to lie about not know
.THEO“Welcome to our latest recruit. You all should help him settle in. He passed the drill test, durability test, and every other test,” Coach praised, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he spoke in high praise of Hunter, who stood grinning at me like a madman.“He played before? His previous







