The Hit
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Chapter 5 – The Hit
The screams came first.
Alesia was walking the hall, still sore from the night Nico took her—half shame, half lingering ache. She didn’t expect to stumble into his world so violently.
Two men knelt in the wine cellar. One was begging. The other had already passed out from pain.
Nico stood in front of them, shirt sleeves rolled, gloves on. A gun rested on the table behind him, but he didn’t need it.
His fists did the talking.
“Nico—” Alesia started, frozen in the doorway.
He didn’t turn. Just drove his fist into the begging man’s jaw, a sickening crunch echoing off the stone.
“You stole from me,” Nico said coldly. “You thought no one would notice. You gambled with my family’s name.”
The man sobbed, coughing blood.
Alesia should’ve run. She should’ve screamed.
Instead, she watched.
There was something terrifyingly beautiful about him in this moment—focused, brutal, powerful. The rage in his eyes wasn’t wild. It was calculated. Cold.
He finally turned and saw her. “Out.”
She didn’t move.
“Out, Alesia,” he said again, his voice darker this time.
But she stepped inside.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked.
He stared at her, panting. “Because this is what it takes to survive.”
He walked toward her. His gloves came off slowly. Her eyes locked on the blood smeared across his knuckles.
“I warned you,” he said. “I’m not a good man.”
She didn’t flinch. “I know.”
And then he kissed her.
It was raw. Filthy. His hands smeared red against her waist as he pushed her against the cellar wall. She didn’t care. All she could feel was the way his body consumed hers, the taste of danger on his lips, the wild need beneath his control.
He ripped her dress. She gasped as cool air met her skin.
“You watched me kill,” he growled against her neck. “And you’re still here.”
Her breath hitched. “I don’t know why.”
“Yes, you do.”
Then he was inside her—against the stone, with the taste of blood in the air and a body still cooling in the corner.
And Alesia realized: she should have run long ago.
But she couldn’t.
She was already addicted to the devil.
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