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“I’m expensive.”
Yess
I glide through alleys, unseen, unstoppable. Death is my shadow, always with me, always near.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the sex. I fucking love it. There’s no bigger high than the raw, electric rush of being at the mercy of a Sovereign. From the moment one of them first took me, I was hooked. Addicted.
Slowly, quietly, it ate away at me. So, I did the unthinkable: I built something of my own. My money. My rules. My clients.
But I’m no longer that naïve girl who swore blind loyalty. I’ve grown up, and my desires are crystal clear: I want control over my own life.
The knife sinks into his flesh with a satisfying wet sound. His eyes snap open, a strangled gasp caught against my gloved hand. Terror flares in his gaze as he takes in the skull mask above him.
I reach Conrad’s office and push the door open without knocking. He sits behind his desk with a cold indifference, but unease flickers in his eyes. “Axe,” he starts, clearing his throat. “I’m here to collect my payment,” I say, dropping into the chair across from him.
I’ve spent countless hours thinking about how to bring Conrad Valentine to his knees, how to make the bastard bleed for turning the Sovereign into his personal game of chess. He sits on his throne, sending others to die while he stays clean. Comfortable. Untouched. That’s not Sovereign.
“I hope you understand the gravity of your request, Axe,” Conrad hisses,
Im loving Axel already....
"This has nothing to do with her! Name another price, Axe." "No. It’s got everything to do with her," I snarl. "She’s another power move, isn’t she? Well, not anymore. She’s mine now."
Axe.....
Her face hardens, and her voice trembles with defiance. “I’d rather die.” I take a step closer, smirking. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”
Damn....
“Makes no difference to me. I’ll hunt you down and drag you back. There’s nowhere you can hide where I won’t find you. You’re mine now.”
Fuck....
I laugh, knowing I’ve already won the battle. I’m going to enjoy every second of destroying Rory Valentine, just as much as I’ll relish watching her father suffer.
Oh man
“Why the fuck is Rory being forced to marry him?!” Dad exhales heavily. “He redeemed a Bond.” “You issued a Death Bond to Axel Hawthorne? Have you lost your goddamn mind?!” Spencer’s words are a mix of disbelief and fury.
Oh shit
The mix of alcohol and drugs sends me floating,
Yikes Rory
My thoughts are sluggish, tangled in the haze of whatever the hell he gave me. Everything’s numb. The high is too strong, too overpowering, dragging me down into a restless sleep filled with twisted nightmares.
Well shit
“Jamie, what can you tell me about Axel Hawthorne?” The question seems to wake him up fully. He stares at me, his expression tight with concern. “He’s a dangerous motherfucker, Rory. Stay the hell away from him.”
Oh fuckk
“It means your dad asked him to do something fucking shady, and Axe’s price was you.”
This
“Axe is a ghost. He does whatever the hell he wants. Everyone in the Sovereign knows not to fuck with him. Your dad was a fucking idiot for making that deal.”
Oh, I’m going to enjoy gagging that pretty little mouth of hers.
Oh
Before I can savor her fear, her knee crashes into my balls.
Lmao
“Next time you point a gun at me, make sure you pull the fucking trigger,” I snarl. His face flushes deep red as he gasps, struggling to pry my arm off. “You got that, pretty boy?”
Yeah bad move
“If this is about Rory,” he continues, nervously raking a hand through his messy hair, his body swaying slightly. “I didn’t know she was yours, man. She didn’t say anything until this morning.” “You fucked her.” It’s a statement, not a question. He swallows hard and nods. “Look, I’m sorry. I had no idea. We’re friends. We’ve fucked before.” I tighten my grip, my jaw clenched. “I wouldn’t have touched her if I’d known.”
Hes fucked 5 ways from Sunday
But it’s not just the rage that haunts me. It’s the thought of her naked, vulnerable, tied down—under my control. It pisses me off more than it should.
“No. I’m done. Conrad knew the fucking risks issuing me a Bond,” I snarl. “His Bonds have caused the death of how many Sovereigns? If anyone else pulled that shit, they’d be a corpse by now.”
So, she likes to play with knives? That’s my specialty. I retrieve the knife from my chair and casually toss it onto the table where Griff watches, his face full of amusement. “Careful, she bites.”
Yeah she does lol
If she wants to play rough, she’s about to learn what happens when you toy with a killer.
Oh fuck
She’s so fucking responsive.
The things I want to do to her body are sick and depraved.
When I pull out the knife, cum covers the handle. She’s a good girl and a very wet one. I slip the knife under my mask and lick it. Fuck, she tastes like pure sin.
Deep down, I’m ashamed to admit I want more. I want the masked man. The thrill of being entirely at his mercy. The fear, the powerlessness, the pain, and the pleasure.
This
“Hi, handsome boy.” She kneels, her hand smoothing over his fur. “Your dog is nice.” Her voice drops, soft, almost playful. Nice? Kane isn’t fucking nice. He’s a killer. I’ve locked him up countless times to keep him from tearing out throats. He doesn’t even let Griff touch him. “What’s his name?” she asks, her fingers brushing the ridge of his back. “Kane.” He wags his tail, leaning into her hand like a damn house pet. No growling. No teeth. No threat. I glare at him. He’s a territorial bastard who hates everyone but me. Yet here he is, eating up her attention like a pathetic lapdog.
Yess
“Do you have any idea what today was for me? What you took from me?” “I couldn’t give a shit.” “Fuck you.” “Oh, trust me. You will. When I want you to.” “I am never fucking you.”
This house feels foreign, the furniture unfamiliar, and the silence suffocating. I’ve never felt so hopeless and helpless. Not since the day my mom died. Now, I’m stuck in a loop of nightmares, unable to sleep, eat, or do a damn thing.
“I’ll drive,” he says, stepping back. “But you’ll have to earn it.” My jaw clenches, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “How?” His eyes lock onto mine, the tension thick. “Walk to the end of the hallway and crawl to me. Then we can go.” “Crawl?” I sputter in disbelief. “Crawl like a good little pet.”
His tongue darts out to wet his lip, and his eyes—dark, hungry—are a dead giveaway. He’s doing a shit job of hiding it. Axe’s the type who always gets what he wants, and right now, he’s desperate for me.
