The war for my body had ended in fire and blood.
The Midnight Club’s attack on the mansion left the grand halls scarred with bullet holes in marble walls, shattered chandeliers, and bloodstains that the staff was already scrubbing away. Victor Voss had retreated, but not before promising that this was only the beginning.
My men, Alexander, Lucas, Damien, Elias, and Kane, had won the battle.
But they knew the war was far from over.
That night, after the bodies were cleared and the mansion secured, they gathered me in the master bedroom once again. I was still naked, covered in their c*m and the sweat of battle, my body trembling from the mix of adrenaline and lingering pleasure.
Sarah stood in the doorway, watching with a dark smile.
“You survived,” she said softly. “But the Club alwa
