101 Viktor didn't flinch. He simply folded his arms behind his back and met Devin's eyes coldly. "Obsessed?" Viktor asked quietly. "You really think that's what this is? That I'm obsessed with you like a silly teenage boy?" Devin nodded. "That's what it feels like to me. You say that you stayed because you loved her. You say that you care about me, but none of that explains why you've followed me so closely, like a shadow, and just from the start too." Viktor took in a deep breath. "That's also because I need you for something special." Devin narrowed his eyes. "What are you even talking about now? Need me for what?" Viktor sighed. "To open a door, Devin. It's too complicated to explain, but that's what it is." Devin frowned. "What kind of door are you referring to? Is this a metaphor of some kind? Viktor stepped forward, slowly, like each word needed to be handled with care. "You might want to sit down to hear this..." Devin saw the intensity in his ey

The moon was full again. Devin stood shirtless in his training room, sweat glistening off his chest as he stared at the punching bag he had just torn in half. Bits of sand poured out across the floor like spilled guts. This was the sixth one. And they were custom made too, just for him. His knuckles were red, and he was uneasy. Something was off, he could feel it. He just didn't know what exactly it was. Suddenly, he heard glass shatter from upstairs. "Sir!" Dreykov's voice bellowed through the hall. "They're here!" Devin didn't ask who. He already knew. Viper. He probably came with more men. "I see." Devin whispered, his voice cold as he reached for his coat and summoned his blades from his inventory. Before he even left the room, the walls shook. BOOM! Explosions rocked the mansion. One of the outer walls crumbled as smoke and dust flew through the air. Men in dark clothes ran in through the hole with assault rifles and masks of their faces. "Where the fuck is D

Amanda’s heart was pounding, and she didn’t know what to do. Immediately, she dropped to her knees and started to cry. "Please.” She whispered. "Please, Devin... I didn't mean to hurt you." Dreykov rolled his eyes from beside Devin. “Now she begs." Amanda clasped her hands together. “I didn't know who you were! Luther made me believe you were just a street boy! He said you were beneath me, and that you were using me! He said you made me fall in love with you so that you could toss me off after you were done, that’s why…” Devin didn't even react. He just stared at her like she was a bug under his shoe. “I trusted you with everything, Amanda.” He said. "And you spat on me." Luther stumbled up from the floor, rage written all over his face. He pulled Amanda up by her shirt. “What the hell are you saying, Amanda? You said you were doing it for us!" Amanda turned on him, her voice rising. “I said that because I didn't know how dangerous he was! But look at us now

Amanda wore all black again, but she wasn’t dressed to represent grief. It was strategy, for now. She adjusted her oversized sunglasses as she stepped out of the Uber and walked into the back parking lot of Matt and Clarke’s Diner. The location was quiet, the kind where no one asked questions if someone cried or screamed. A place with too many shadows for just one time. She rolled her eyes, of course they would meet up in here. Steve was already waiting, leaning against a shiny pickup truck like he was the king of somewhere that didn’t exist. He wore a cheap leather jacket, and his expression was exactly as Amanda remembered. He looked like a little schoolboy who had grown wings too fast, like he was expecting women to fall over him. “Well, look at what the wind blew in.” Steve smiled, straightening up. “You actually came here.” “I didn’t come here for small talk.” Amanda kept her distance. “We need to get some things straight.” “Go on.” He folded his arms, smirking.