Corrupted Chaos

by Shain Rose

Cade was the brother to one of the most powerful Italian mob bosses in the world, and his hacking skills made him potentially even more dangerous.

or maybe it was because every time I saw him, he stirred something in me that he shouldn’t.

“God, you’re so annoying.” “If you think I’m annoying, quit your damn job.”

“You’re digging where you shouldn’t be. And you may be good, Izzy, but not that good. I’ve tracked every fucking hack you’ve done,”

The way his breath felt on my skin, on my neck, so close to me that I could smell him . . . I loved it in a way I shouldn’t.

I know you can’t drink too much or indulge in new things because you’re scared of your ‘addictive personality.’”

But if I was honest with myself, I was the fucking fireball you threw in when you wanted hell, not the angel who’d bring you heaven like my sister.

Why did a woman always have to suppress her emotions so she wouldn’t offend anyone else?

Some higher power up there should have known a Gerald the Third wasn’t made for an Izzy the First.

“So, guess that relationship’s over,”

“Long enough to see you spray paint his face and ruin his car.” “He deserved it.”

“Everything about you is my business, baby doll.”

“Ah, the real Izzy’s out to play tonight, I see.” My gut clenched at the fact that he noticed, that he saw how I kept something hidden from everyone else.

That was what men in power got: everyone’s fear. I could tell he wasn’t used to my tone, used to someone pushing back at him.

“I know everything about you,”

“You did dress for the party. Ass hanging out and all.”

Cade Armanelli. He was truly a villain, heartless and cruel.

I’d always been drawn to Cade. Even though I hated him, I could never ignore the gravitational pull he had over me.

“You let a man you didn’t even care about almost bring you to tears down there. You let him see the fire in you when he didn’t deserve it.”

“I definitely deserve your anger. And I’d enjoy you throwing it at me, baby doll.”

“I said your ass was hanging out. I didn’t say if it was a good or bad thing.”

“Even if you don’t repeat that I should be working out, we both know what he said right before. So if you want to insinuate it too, fine.”

“But you know what, I’m done being polite. So fuck you, Cade Armanelli. You can go to hell right along with my ex.”

Except the elevator screeched to a stop. The lights flickered, then went out.

“Now that we have a minute, go on, turn around and let me feel how big your ass really is, Ms. Hardy.” I’m embarrassed to admit I got wet right then, his voice filled with gravel and edge against my skin, commanding me in a way I wasn’t used to. “What?” I whispered. His tone had already sent sparks through me—so much so I couldn’t focus. “I’ll show you I’m nothing like that fuckboy who didn’t appreciate what he had in front of him.”

“I’m not on your team. Your team is you and no one else. You haven’t seen any of us in a year.” “I always see you, baby doll.”

“He wanted you to work it off. Can you tell what I want?” “Probably the same thing every guy wants. A quick hook up in an elevator to check off your list.”

“Nothing about us will ever be quick, Harley Quinn,”

“I’ve been dealing with your shit for years now, and even having moved you, I’m beginning to think it won’t help. So I intend to ...

“I am. Which means you’d better leash your attitude or know I’ll be coming for it.”

“You don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“Noted, dollface. Guess I’ll have to be around more to figure you out.” With that, he smiled and dipped his hand into my panties. His fingers slid over my clit fast. He didn’t waste time warming me up.

He didn’t have to.

“Guess I’ll have to be close enough for you to feel me near you, on you, and in you, huh?”

I wanted to be good. I did, but something in me needed to be bad with him.

have. I widened my legs, grabbed his wrist, and pushed his fingers farther in me. “I don’t need to feel you anywhere after this. I’d rather you go away.”

“Really?” His voice held humor. “You don’t want me near you but you’re dripping all over my hand while my fingers are in you, huh? Is this how wet you got for your ex, dollface, or is it just me?”

“Go to hell,...

“Oh, I’m going to hell, baby. But I’m dragging you with me.” He curled his fingers over my G-spot, so fast I heard my pussy purring as I got closer and closer to my climax. He whispered in my ear, “Time to feel the licks of fire and see if you ever want to come back to earth.”

“Ms. Hardy.” He tsked while he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. “You can say you hate me all you want but your lies taste so damn sweet.”

“Excuse me? Are you saying you just did that to—” “To calm you down. Yes.”

“Don’t act as if you weren’t enjoying yourself, you dickhead.” “I assure you, you enjoyed it more.”

“Sure, baby. Check that video before you report me. You were moaning and enjoying yourself about as much as me.”

That’s what his last name meant. Control. Prestige. Power. And fear.

Protecting my mental health and sobriety always came first, even when it meant standing up for myself. I didn’t look good on paper. Yet I was proud of the person I’d become.

What annoyed me was that I didn’t want to share my encounter with Cade in the elevator just yet. It was as if I was holding on to our ridiculous moment, like it was ours.

Why did it feel special when it shouldn’t?

Sometimes good friends knew the limits of your heart better than you knew it yourself.

“Or maybe because my boss groped me in an elevator on the way to the party.” “Hardly groping when you unbuttoned your shorts and rode my hand, baby doll,”

“Well, it’s clear you had a thing for Dante. You kissed him.” “I loved the idea of him!”