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    • Chapter 15

      by Quinn Hawthorne I've always been a man of the road, but the last few months had taken on a new meaning. I was no longer just riding, I was living, breathing the essence of the Vultures with every state line I crossed. My role as a mediator for the mother chapter had become more than a job—it was a calling, a way to uphold the values my father had instilled in me. The disputes I handled were as varied as the landscapes I rode through, but none quite like the one that had me parked outside a nondescript diner in the…
    • Chapter 16

      by Quinn Hawthorne   I rolled into NYC with the city's skyline looming over me like a colossus made of steel and glass. The Big Apple, a place I'd heard a thousand stories about but had never laid eyes on. It was a sight to behold, no doubt, but the weight of my mission pressed down on me, a leaden shroud that smothered any wonder I might have felt. Razor's face, etched with lines of pain and fear, haunted my thoughts. I couldn't afford to be awestruck—not when one of our own was in the clutches of the Iron…
    • Chapter 17

      by Quinn Hawthorne I was the youngest of three, born into the cramped confines of a lower-middle-class life. My siblings and I shared everything—a small room, hand-me-down clothes, and the weight of our parents' expectations. From a young age, I learned to be resourceful, to make do with what we had, and to never ask for more. Intelligence was my currency, the one thing I could claim as my own amidst the constant comparison to my brother and sister. But it was my alpha heritage that truly set me apart. It was a blazing…
    • Chapter 18

      by Quinn Hawthorne When I was nineteen, I heard whispers in the undercurrent of the city, hushed tones that spoke of the McCarthy estate and the positions they were seeking to fill. The rumors of high pay and the chance to step inside the hallowed halls of one of the most influential families in the region were too tempting to ignore. It was an opportunity that seemed tailor-made for someone in my precarious situation, someone who needed to blend in, to become invisible in plain sight. The decision to apply was an easy one.…
    • Chapter 19

      by Quinn Hawthorne I can't recall the exact moment when my role in Darcy's life shifted from passive observer to her silent guardian. Perhaps it was the subtle shift in her expression when she thought no one was watching, or the way her shoulders tensed when certain guests lingered too long. Whatever it was, it ignited a fierce protective streak within me that refused to be ignored. I began my covert operations with small acts of kindness. I fixed the loose floorboard in the hallway that had caused her to stumble more than…
    • Chapter 20

      by Quinn Hawthorne I had grown too comfortable in my routine, too confident in my ability to evade detection. The close call at the estate was a reminder of the dangers that lurked around every corner. It was a simple mistake, a momentary lapse in judgment, but it was nearly my undoing. I had been in the kitchen, refilling my thermos with coffee, when one of the other staff members entered. Maria, known for her sharp eyes and disregard for boundaries, always made me uneasy in her presence. She was not one to be easily…
    • Chapter 22

      by Quinn Hawthorne My heels clacked against the marble floor, the sound echoing in the eerie silence that had fallen over the house. I could hear my father shouting my name, but his voice seemed distant, a mere echo in the fog of my panic. I burst through the front door, the cool night air hitting me like a slap in the face. My heart was pounding in my ears, a frantic drumbeat that spurred me on. I didn't know where I was going, only that I had to get as far away from that house as possible. The drug was still working its…
    • Chapter 23

      by Quinn Hawthorne I doubled over, a soft whimper slipping past my lips as the familiar ache of an impending heat spread through my belly, threatening to drop me to my knees. I had heard stories of omegas who succumbed to their heat in public, the scent of their slick drawing alphas like moths to a flame, but I refused to become one of those cautionary tales. I fought against the rising tide of desire, my hands clenching into fists at my sides as I willed the heat spike to pass. But it was a losing battle, one that left me…
    • Chapter 24

      by Quinn Hawthorne I stood in the dimly lit room, the smell of stale vodka and cigarette smoke hanging heavy in the air. The walls of the safe house were thick, but they couldn't keep out the whispers of betrayal that had been steadily growing louder within the Bratva. My men, once united under a common cause, were now divided, each one eyeing the other with suspicion. The rot had set in, and it was eating away at the foundation my mentor had helped build. "Pakhan," Vasili, my trusted advisor, began, "we've received word…
    • Chapter 25

      by Quinn Hawthorne The bus hissed to a stop, the doors opening with a mechanical groan that echoed my unease. Jin's hand was firm on my elbow, guiding me through the scatter of passengers. I clutched my torn dress, the fabric a mockery of the modesty I was desperately trying to preserve. My heart thudded in my chest, a drumbeat of fear and confusion. Jin had been my unexpected savior, but the way he'd maneuvered us onto the bus, his calm in the chaos—it was unnerving. As we stepped off the bus, the world outside was a…
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