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I was a successful, twenty-three-year-old businesswoman and the head of a crime syndicate. I was a cold-blooded killer and a merciless bitch to anyone who crossed me.
To everyone who'd met me or heard of me in the years since my family's near massacre, I was all of those things rolled into one intimidating, fear-inducing name. Hades. The leader of the Tri-State Timberwolves.
"I never picked you for a sub, Hades. You legitimately ooze big dick energy worse than any gangster I've met. I can't imagine you giving up control in any situation."
Typical Zed, he never missed an opportunity to play white knight. Some things never changed, and I would never want them to.
How the fuck was he affecting me so hard? This wasn't a sappy vampire romance novel.
I thought I was going to die if I didn't kiss you soon." "Well fuck," I teased on a low chuckle. "I've killed men plenty of different ways, Lucas, but that'd be a first."
Because as a woman holding as much power as I did in a man's world, I could never show weakness or vulnerability.
Mentally, I wrote a quick eulogy for my panties because they'd officially drowned.
"I'm not asking for forever, Hayden. Just a chance. You carry so much weight on your shoulders... Let me be an outlet for all that stress, beautiful. I could be your lighthouse if you let me."
He gave a small nod, the lines of his face still tight and his fingers clenched in a fist. "I love you, Dare. More than anyone. Ever."
The path back into my good graces was going to be paved with broken glass and jagged rocks.
Madison Kate must be a fucking saint to willingly commit her life to three meathead men; I'd probably rather become a celibate nun than inflict self-torture like that.
