Johnny did not remember jumping the last three steps of the staircase.One moment he was at the broken window, wind still hitting his face, the image of a falling body burned into his mind. The next moment he was running.The stairwell smelled of concrete dust and chaos recedes. His boots hit each step too hard. The sound echoed in the narrow space. He didn’t slow down. He couldn’t.“Margaret,” he muttered under his breath. “Stupid. Stupid.”He had left her there.After everything that just happened—after a man cut off his hand and chose death instead of talking—he had left her in a crowded hall where anyone could walk in, smile, and put a gun under a table.His pulse was still uneven from the pain. Even though his hand was back, even though it moved and looked normal, there was still that strange memory inside his nerves. A ghost feeling. Like something important had once been taken.He pushed through the building’s exit and stepped into the open air. Valentine’s car was parked a

The city lights moved past the tinted windows in long, blurred lines.Johnny sat on the left side of the back seat, his elbow resting against the door, his fingers lightly touching the glass. The driver kept both hands on the steering wheel, quiet, focused. The hum of the engine was smooth and controlled, nothing like the violent speed he had driven earlier.Margaret sat beside him.She had taken off her heels and tucked her legs slightly to the side. The blue dress hugged her curves like a second skin, shimmered faintly each time they passed under a streetlight. Her hair had loosened more now, falling around her shoulders in soft waves, , brushing against her full chest with every breath.She kept stealing glances at him, her eyes lingering on his strong jaw, then dipping lower to his broad chest straining his shirt.He had not said much since they left the venue.His jaw was tight. His eyes were distant. Even in the soft interior lighting of the car, she could see the tension in h

Happy New Month ❤️ I hope you’re enjoying the story so far. This episode actually turned out to have way more action than I originally planned… but I hope you loved it for that reason. I also want to apologize —— I fractured my leg playing basketball, so I couldn’t keep up with two chapters daily for a bit. I didn’t want to drop low-quality updates just to upload. I’m feeling much better now, and we’re officially back to two chapters a day consistently 🔥 If you’re still enjoying the story, drop a comment and a like so I know you’re riding with me. I read every comment. Thank you for the support ❤️

There was no hesitation in her answer. Her hands slid down his chest, feeling the tension in him. He had always been controlled. Always measured. But right now, she could feel how tightly he was holding himself together, the restraint like a dam about to burst. She stared up at him, lost in lust, drinking in his chiseled chest—hard pecs flexing under golden skin, deep ridges of rock-solid abs carved like a god's, each muscle popping with power as he breathed heavy. His lips moved against her neck. Her body reacted instantly. A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it. Her fingers tightened around him, tugging him closer. She felt exposed. But not vulnerable. Not with him. He lifted his head and looked at her properly. His eyes devoured her naked body like a starving man at a feast. Margaret lay spread on the sheets, her skin glowing golden under the soft lights—her massive tits heaving with every quick breath, full and round with rock-hard pink nipples begging to b

Johnny stepped out of the Sky Sovereign, closing the door behind him with a soft click that still rang in his ears. The warmth of Margaret’s skin, the softness of her body, the electric tension—they were still with him. Every nerve screamed to turn back, to lean in, to let this moment continue. But he did not. Not now. Not like this. Not with the system dangling its invisible strings. He had made a choice, and he could not risk changing his mind. That thought alone tightened his chest, made his breath shallow and fast. This was one of the hardest decisions he had ever made. A decision that hurt in a way that few things ever had. He walked down the hallway with deliberate, measured steps. The corridor lights stretched ahead, pale and sterile, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Each step yanked him further from her, from her heat, her curvy tease, the temptation pressing on every inch of his body. And yet, with every step, he felt the ache throbbing in hi