Chapter 38: Mine to Break
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Chapter 38: Mine to Break
(If you touch what’s mine, you will pay)
Damon sat in his penthouse, untouched whiskey sweating on the table beside him. The room was dark, save for the city’s neon glow cutting through the blinds like knives.
He’d felt it.
A shift. A pull.
Aria.
Something had changed.
He picked up his phone, thumb hovering over her name, but didn’t call. He didn’t need to. The message had already come.
“Cade was at her place. Alone. Long enough.”
His jaw locked, pulse pounding in his throat like a war drum.
She was his.
Not by paper. Not by chain.
By the look in her eyes when she whispered his name.
By the way she trembled under his hands.
By the secrets they shared in silence.
And if Cade had touched her—if he had tasted what only he had earned—
There would be consequences.
Damon stood, rolling his sleeves up slowly, exposing the tattoos that coiled like shadows around his forearms. He wasn’t the kind of man who begged for loyalty.
He took it.
He owned it.
He walked to the mirror, staring into the eyes of the man everyone feared—and for good reason.
“Mine,” he murmured, low and lethal. “She’s still mine.”
He left the penthouse without another word, each step precise and full of purpose.
Because if Cade thought this war was over—
He hadn’t even begun to bleed yet.
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