LOGINElena's Point Of ViewGraham didn't even flinch. He just stood there, letting me shake him, a slow, sickening bubble of laughter building in his chest until he finally let it out. He looked down at my hands clutching his shirt as if I were a stray kitten claws-deep in his favorite sweater, something to be tolerated rather than feared. There was no fear in his eyes, no flicker of doubt… only that maddening, patient amusement, as though my desperation were a mildly diverting show staged solely for him. "Me?" Graham chuckled, his hands rising to calmly wrap around my wrists, his grip like steel bands. "Sweetheart, I did absolutely nothing to him. I've been right here with you the entire time. You're my witness, aren't you?" "You monster!" I screamed, the word ripping from my throat, raw and ragged. Tears were finally rolling down my face now, hot and fast, blurring the sight of his smug, handsome face. "You ordered it! You knew he was out there! You absolute psychopath, let me go!" "
Elena's Point Of ViewThe heavy wooden door clicked shut, the sound echoing through the cavernous space like a gunshot. I stood completely frozen in the center of the grand room, my breath catching in my dry throat. The silence that followed was suffocating, pressing against my eardrums until I could hear nothing but the frantic thudding of my own pulse.I waited, counting the seconds in my head, hoping against hope that I was just having some horrific, vivid nightmare, that I would wake up in my own bed in Dallas with nothing worse than a bad hangover to deal with. But the sharp, throbbing ache behind my temples was all too real, and so was the cold marble beneath my bare feet. Slowly, I forced my legs to move. The expensive, champagne-colored silk slip dress clung to my skin, shifting with a soft rustle that made me want to rip it off and burn it, to erase every trace of the hands that had dressed me while I was unconscious. I walked toward the massive door, my bare feet sinking i
Jaxx'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
Jaxx’s Point Of View The room was quiet… too quiet, except for the soft, steady rhythm of her breath. Elena. My Elena. My fucking princess.She lay sprawled across me, boneless, trusting, completely surrendered, her body pressed tight against mine, her legs tangled with mine, her hands dropped pos
Jaxx’s Point Of View"I’ve missed you."And fuck, I was going to show her just how much.My hands gripped her hips like a vice, my fingers sinking into her skin as I pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her, hard. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, obscene, wet, the
Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe air in the room was thick with the scent of her… vanilla and something darker, something feral. She was perfection like this.Bent over the couch like an offering, her back arched, her ass on display, her thighs trembling as she fought to stay upright. The dim light from t
Elena’s Point Of View“What?!!”My voice came out as a half-laugh, half-sputter, so shocked I nearly dropped my phone. "Lexy, are you serious? It’s almost eight o’clock, I’m exhausted, and I just told you about Graham’s psychotic message…""Exactly!" she cut in, her voice already buzzing with that







