Harry slipped out from under the tangled sheets, careful not to disturb the steady rhythm of Rhiannon's breathing.The room sat in the soft, predawn haze seeping through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across her body.Her red hair spilled across the pillow like ink, her lips slightly parted in sleep, a faint flush still lingering on her cheeks from what they'd shared.She looked vulnerable in a way she never let herself be while awake, her usual sharp edge gone, leaving just the woman who'd given herself over to him hours earlier.Harry lingered at the edge of the bed, his hand hovering near her shoulder for a moment, tempted to wake her with a kiss or a whisper. But no. She needed her rest after everything.He got dressed quietly in the low light, jeans, a dark hoodie, sneakers, grabbing his keys and phone off the nightstand. The apartment felt too quiet, too close, like the walls themselves were silently judging the mess he'd just made more complicated. With one last look back

"The kid held his ground," Alexei had grumbled earlier, his Russian accent thick and rough."But he brought up a mole. Looked right at me when he said it, like he already knew something," Alexei went on. Ricardo had gone still at that, his sharp gaze narrowing. Harry wasn't just some entertainment newcomer dabbling in their drug trade anymore. Now he looked like a possible leak, a crack forming in their fortified empire. The exchange with Alexei hadn't felt like chance. It had the feel of someone testing the waters, looking for weak points.If Harry was the one feeding information to rivals like Monalisa, or even the Yakuza tied to Osaka, then bringing him in here could be their opportunity to seal the leak. Permanently. Ricardo stopped his pacing, his voice dropping low and firm."We bring him in. Test him. If he's clean, he walks free, maybe even gets pulled in closer. If not..." He let the sentence hang there, his hand cutting through the air like a blade. The room nodded, grim and

Harry leaned back in his chair, the polished wood letting out a faint creak beneath his weight as he studied Monalisa from across the table. The room's soft lighting threw long shadows over her face, but he pushed forward with the conversation they'd been having before her phone interrupted them. "We need a real plan against the Mafia," he said, his voice calm but probing. "Ricardo's pulling the families together, that's our opening. Hit their supply chains first, maybe feed information to rivals like the Yakuza. Break their unity before they can lock it down. What do you think? You've got the connections, we could line up strikes on their key assets," Harry proposed. Monalisa sat completely still, her wine glass untouched on the table, the dark red liquid barely moving from when she'd stirred it earlier. She said nothing. Her eyes, normally sharp and in control, were now fixed on some point on the tablecloth, distant and unmoving. Harry stopped mid sentence, his words trailing off.

A smirk played on her lips as she appreciated his size even while he remained flaccid. Harry tensed up immediately. A turbulent mix of revulsion and unwanted fiery heat surged through his veins. This entire encounter felt so wrong and deeply twisted.He bucked hard and violently. He tried everything to throw her off balance. But she had already anticipated the move. She twisted his arm higher up his back until sharp pain exploded through his shoulder joint."Shocked? I’ve trained extensively for this dangerous life," she murmured. Her lips brushed teasingly against his earlobe."I am stronger now. And you... you are turning me on so much with all this fierce resistance." She bit her lip hard. Her eyes gleamed with raw hunger. Monalisa was beautiful, resourceful, and seemingly untouchable. She could have claimed any man she desired with just a simple snap of her fingers. Her immense wealth could buy absolute loyalty or overwhelming lust. But she craved the thrill of the chase instead

Harry nodded numbly, his mind working through every angle. Being handed over to Margot felt like jumping out of the fire and into the furnace, but it still beat staying trapped here with Monalisa. Her touch still lingered on his skin, a violation that twisted something sick in his stomach, her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly while he fought her off, her lips against his ear whispering about how much his struggling excited her. She was unhinged, a beautiful kind of monster with endless resources, chasing after the one thing she couldn't fully control. Facing Margot meant questions, possibly torture, but it also meant a real shot at negotiating. Here, Monalisa could keep toying with him indefinitely, since her word was law inside this fortress, her world entirely.No, whatever cage Margot offered came with variables, leverage if he played the mole angle carefully.Margot didn't know him beyond whatever information he held, and something told him Monalisa must have alread