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“Too late for that, asshole,” I sneer. With one swift motion, I press the knife against his throat and slice through his flesh. Blood pours out like a crimson waterfall, soaking the dirty floor.

As the life drains from his eyes, satisfaction fills my chest. No one fucks with my belongings. No one. As he gurgles his last breaths, I lean down, my lips brushing against his ear.

“Say hi to the devil for me,” I whisper, straighten up, and leave him gasping on thefloor.

I step out into the bright afternoon light, the air cutting against my heated skin. My breaths come in ragged puffs. Blood still drips from my knuckles, but I don’t give a fuck. Nick got what he deserved.

Felix:Angel, need a cleanup.

I texthim as I slide into my rental Audi and slam the door shut. I know Angel will sort it out—one call to the Gold Coast mafia is all it takes. A member of the Four Seats runs his business up here.

I start the engine, and memories flood back to when I first began working for the Riccis. Matteo’s dad was running things back then—the old man knew how to keep order. He hired me as part of his cleanup crew, and soon enough, I was brought on full-time as a hired hitman. He saw the need for blood in my eyes and knew I was better suited to other roles. Fifteen years later, here I am, still doing their dirty work but with a smile on my face.

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath, gripping the steering wheel tight as I speed back towards the hotel where Aurora waits. My darling. My obsession.

I’ve never wanted to own someone before or even thought about one woman this much. She consumes my every waking moment. There is something special about that one. She is either going to be my soulmate or my fall from grace. Either way, I’m keen for the ride.

I knock on the hotel room door, blood drying on myfists. The doorknob turns, and Aurora’s dark eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me. Blood splatters decorate my face like some twisted piece of artwork, and a heavy bag hangs over my shoulder.

“Jesus, Felix!” She gasps, her hand instinctively covering her mouth.

“Move,” I growl, pushing past her into the room, my desire to cleanse myself of the days events urging me forward. I head straight to the bathroom.

I strip off my blood-soaked clothes, piece by piece until I’m standing naked before the mirror. My reflection stares back at me, eyes dark with both lust and rage. I know Aurora is watching me from the doorway, but I don’t care. Let her see what she’s gotten herself involved with.

“Fuck, Felix, you’re covered in blood,” she whispers, her voice wavering between concern and arousal.Yeah, I can see that, sweetheart. Rub those thighs together a bit harder, why don’t you?

“Can’t be helped,” I say, turning on the shower and stepping under the hot spray. The crimson liquid swirls around my feet, staining the white tiles before disappearing down the drain. I scrub every inch of my body.

As the blood still swirls down the drain, I can feel Aurora’s eyes on my naked body. She licks her lips with a hunger in her dark eyes. But still, she’s confused and maybe a little scared.

“Fuck, Felix. What the hell happened?” she asks, her voice trembling a bit.

“Nick,” I say sharply, turning off the water. “Slit his fucking throat. He shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.”

Aurora shivers, and I know it isn’t from the cold. I step out of the shower, not bothering to grab a towel. I let the water drip from me, allowing her to see every inch of the monster she’s tangled up with.

“Jesus Christ, Felix,” she murmurs, her tattoos standing out against her pale skin. I didn’t know she had so many until now. Her pyjamas hide very little of her. “You killed him?”

“Damn right, I did,” I growl out, stalking towards her. “And he won’t be the last either. You’re with me now, Aurora. You’re mine. And anyone who tries to touch you, they’ll end up like Nick.”

Her body trembles, but she doesn’t back down. A flash of anger sparks in her eyes, mixing with fear and desire. That’s my girl—strong, fierce, never backing down from a fight.

“Remember that, darling,” I whisper into her ear as I wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me.

Her breath hitches as my other hand cups her face, my thumb tracing her bottom lip. “Please… don’t hurt me too,” she whispers.

I chuckle darkly, pressing my lips to hers in a savage kiss. “No promises, sweetheart.”

Chapter Ten

Aurora Henry

My heart pounds as I watch Felix in the shower, his body slick and glistening under the stream of water. Goddamn, my pussy clenches just from the sight of him—all tattoos, muscles, and danger like a wild animal waiting to pounce.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. The steam rises, clouding the air with heat, yet it only heightens the intensity of the moment.

“Nick,” he says sharply, turning off the water. “Slit his fucking throat. He shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.” I watch the droplets slide down the contours of his sculpted muscles. He steps out of the shower, moving like a predator stalking its prey. And, for some twisted reason, I want to be that prey.

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