Mag-log inJaxx's Point Of ViewLiam gave a tight, grim nod. His large hand reached into his tactical vest to pull out his own suppressed weapon, the metal catching the faint Italian sunlight filtering through the high pillars. He started to step out into the corridor to take an angle, his boots perfectly silent on the stone, every muscle in his body coiled with the discipline of a man who had done this a hundred times before.I could see the old scars on his knuckles, souvenirs of missions he never talked about, and for a moment I envied the calm that seemed to live permanently behind his eyes. I reached out an arm, catching his chest to stop him. "Don't worry," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper against the stone wall. "I'll handle it." Liam stared at me for a fraction of a second, evaluating the sheer, unadulterated venom in my eyes. He knew better than to argue when I looked like this. Something in my expression must have told him that words would only waste precious seconds. He simpl
Jaxx's Point Of View"Who the hell are you?!" he shouted, his voice echoing sharply across the stone patio. The other nine men spun around, weapons raising in unison, eyes locking onto me. I could hear the metallic clack-clack of safety switches being flicked off, a sound that usually made a sane man freeze in his tracks. But right now, sanity wasn't exactly in my wheelhouse. Somewhere behind my ribs, a cold, focused fury had taken the wheel, and it didn't care much for the odds stacked against us. I thought of Elena, of the last time I'd heard her voice, and the fury sharpened into something almost sacred. I didn't stop walking. Instead, I raised both hands in the air in a mock gesture of surrender, palms open, fingers loose. I plastered a calm, almost lazy smile on my face, rolling my shoulders casually as I continued closing the distance. My boots crunched softly against the gravel, each step deliberate, unhurried, designed to unnerve rather than provoke. Behind me, Liam and th
Jaxx's Point Of ViewThe blue light of the phone screen seared my eyes in the dark cabin, but I couldn't tear my gaze from the tiny, pulsing red dot on the map. I settled back into the leather seat of the private jet, the low, steady vibration of the engines rattling through my bones like a warning drum. My finger hovered over the glass, zooming in on the coordinates. The tracking signal had stopped. It was stationary. I tapped the screen, copying the exact latitude and longitude, and sent them directly to the cockpit. My pulse hammered in my ears. Italy. Amalfi. Over five thousand miles away from Texas. A brutal, agonizing eleven-hour flight across the Atlantic Ocean. Eleven hours where I would remain trapped in this metal tube, unable to do anything but watch a screen and let my mind tear itself to pieces. Eleven hours to imagine every terrible thing that could be happening to her. I gripped the phone so hard the casing groaned. My knuckles were white, the skin stretched tight o
Elena's Point Of ViewMy heart stopped, then stuttered back to life with a painful lurch. "What...?""Welcome to Amalfi, Italy," Graham said, gesturing grandly to the heavy velvet curtains with a theatrical flourish. "We are in a private, heavily guarded villa tucked away in the cliffs overlooking the Mediterranean. The Italian authorities don't care about a domestic dispute from some rich Americans in Dallas. And your little street thug friend? He has absolutely no power here. No jurisdiction, no connections, no resources. We are thousands of miles away from him. We are finally going to have the life we deserve, free from all the noise and interference."I stared at him, the breath completely knocked out of my lungs. Italy. We were in Italy. The sheer scale of what he had done… the planning, the resources, the international coordination, the sheer illegality of it, left me completely speechless. My mind raced, trying to process the implications.How long had he been planning this? Ho
Elena's Point Of ViewMy eyelids felt as though someone had cemented them shut. I groaned, a low, pathetic sound scraping past my parched throat as I forced my eyes to crack open. Instantly, a white-hot spike of pain shot directly behind my temples, making my vision blur and swim. My head pounded so violently I could actually hear the rhythmic, dull thud of my own pulse drumming in my ears. The lingering, nauseating taste of that sweet chemical gas clung to the roof of my mouth like a film I couldn't swallow away. How long had I been unconscious? Hours? A day? The disorientation made it impossible to tell. I tried to lift my arm to rub my face, but my limbs felt like lead weights, barely responding to my brain's panicked commands. Every muscle in my body protested the simple movement. I forced myself to blink through the haze, waiting for the spinning room to finally tilt back into place, praying the nausea would subside before I embarrassed myself. This wasn't the private jet. T
Lexy's Point Of ViewThe smell of fresh premium cotton, dye, and supple leather usually brought me a sense of peace, but tonight it only made my head throb. I leaned over the dark mahogany desk in my office, blinking through the heavy fatigue clouding my vision as I checked off the final batch of materials on the inventory sheet. My boutique had been packed to the gills all day… a steady stream of clients demanding attention, alterations, consultations, and now I was finally restocking the floor with our exclusive designs for the upcoming collection. I dropped the designer charcoal pencil onto the paperwork, threw my head back, and stretched my arms high above my head until my spine released a series of satisfying pops. The tension in my shoulders eased slightly, though exhaustion still weighed on me like a heavy blanket. "I am so tired," I groaned to the empty, softly lit room, my voice bouncing off the high-end wallpaper. The words hung in the air, unanswered. "I literally just w
Elena’s Point Of ViewMy body was still humming, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I sagged against Jaxx, my fingers digging into his shoulders like they were the only thing keeping me upright. His tongue was on my neck… licking, swiping, tracing a slow, deliberate path from the curve of my shoul
Elena’s Point Of ViewMatilda’s words hit me like a blow… sharp, cruel, deliberate, and for a moment, the world tilted. My fingers clenched into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms, the pain grounding me, anchoring me as the memories came rushing back… unwanted, unrelenting, raw.Five years a
Elena’s Point Of View"Or do you want me to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name?"His voice was a dark, velvety growl, sending a shiver down my spine, my body aching with the memory of how he’d ruined me just minutes ago. I forced myself to take a step back, my breath still ragged, my s
Elena’s Point Of View"Let your husband fuck his lies."His voice was a snarl, a growl, a promise that slithered into my ears and wrapped around my soul, tightening like a noose. His hips slammed into me, his cock pounding into me with a force that stole my breath, that shattered my thoughts, that







