Page 12 of Desperate Crimes

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I can and I have.

My father taught me how.

He sees it every time I take things further than he ever dared.

I’ve made him proud—not just by expanding the empire, but by proving that I’m willing to do whatever it takes.

No hesitation. No flinching.

The OG Vipers—my dad, Luc, and Angel—they built the kingdom with fists and fire.

They clawed their way through a world that tried to bury them, and they came out gods.

But me?

I’m building a dynasty.

A legacy soaked in power, sharpened by strategy, and yes—stained with blood when necessary.

I don’t fear violence.

I understand it.

Respect it.

Use it like a scalpel or a hammer, depending on the mission and maybe even the day of the week.

Right now, there is only one thing that matters.

Leanna Volkov.

Chapter Two-Nico Jr

I have been building to this moment for years,

Now it’s here. She is here. In my car.

And if anyone tries to fuck with that?

With her?

I’ll crack the sky open with my rage.

I'll turn the oceans red.

I’ll cut the tongue out of anyone who so much as whispers her name with disrespect.

I’ll bury entire bloodlines for the price of her safety.

Because she isn’t just some spoiled heiress or pretty face.

She’s the pulse in my throat.

The obsession in my bones.

The one I chose.

And men like me? We don’t ask permission.

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