Aiden,

"I'm interested in a woman," I said as I stood up from the couch in the chairman's office, adjusting my coat. "She seems to be working for you."

"I wonder who that might be," he said, standing up and extending his hand for a handshake.

"He's referring to, Mrs. Walsh," the CEO informed from where he sat.

A muscle in his jaw twitched, his grip around my hand tightening. Our eyes locked in a silent, charged exchange, then he chuckled, letting my hand go. His face hardened as he said, "She's off-limits."

My smile widened. "And why is that?"

"She is married. And even if she weren't, I wouldn't want you anywhere near my daughter. "

I let out a low, sinister laugh, my eyes never leaving the chairman's that burned with controlled fury.

She was his daughter.

His warning meant nothing to me. Her being married was just a meaningless detail. It sure as hell wasn't going to stop me, not when I had made up my mind, to lay my hands on that gorgeous body of hers.

I won't hold back. I would take her in ways, he couldn't imagine. I would do dirty, twisted things to her. The kind of things that would haunt his dreams if he found out. I'd claim her, ruin her until I am all she thought of. When I was finally done with her, she wouldn't want another man's hands on her.

I descended the narrow stairs to the basement, the screams a man echoing from below. I removed the cigarette from between my lips, letting out a puff of smoke, the scent mixing with the thick, metallic stench of blood.

I pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. A naked man was tied to a chair with a rope, his body drenched in his own blood. Storm delivered a brutal punch to the man's stomach, and he coughed more blood.

I stood at the entrance, watching him deliver another blow as I smoked silently.

"Boss," one of my men hurried over, bowing.

"Did any of them talk?" I asked.

"No, boss," he replied as I glanced over at another bloodied figure slumped unconscious in a chair.

"And him?"

"He fainted during the interrogation."

"Wake him up," I ordered.

"Yes, boss." He scurried away, grabbing a bucket of water and dumping it over the unconscious man who gasped awake, sputtering and coughing. His eyes darted around wide with fear, and when he recognized me, he froze.

Storm turned to me, his white shirt stained with blood. "You are here," he said, and I smirked and nodded at him to continue.

I strode over to where the man sat. "Aiden! I swear," he tried to scoot away, his chair scraping uselessly against the floor. "I-I didn't know it was your turf! I never would have accepted the deal if I had known!"

I chuckled darkly, "Oh, I am aware of that."

I reached down, stabbing the glowing butt of the cigarette into his bare shoulder, and he screamed. "I just need a fucking name," I said calmly, throwing the cigarette away. "Who ordered it?"

"I don't know," he cried. "We never met them. They just gave us the drop location and the money but we never saw them! The money wasn't even what they promised!"

"Is that so?" I straightened turning to the man beside me. "Bring me the hammer."

His eyes went wide with fear, and he begged, "Please! That's all I know! I would never lie to you, Aiden! I swear to God!"

I brushed his wet hair aside, a cruel smile curling up my lips. "Don't worry, we will just do a little refreshing of memory," I assured.

"Boss." The man handed me the hammer.

"Let's try again," I chuckled, swinging the hammer. "Who ordered it?"

"I told you..." he howled in agony as the hammer came down hard on his thigh.

I peeled my bloodstained clothes off, tossing it into a corner as I walked toward the shower while untying my hair, letting it fall loose over my shoulders. I wrapped the black hair tie around my wrist as I got under the shower, turning it on, the hot liquid pouring down my body.

I closed my eyes, jaw clenched. I knew who it was. The person who had ordered the robbery. It had to be him.

Dom fucking Blackwood.

I slammed my fist against the tile, angry. He has crossed the line this time around, and I was going to make him pay.

I heard the bathroom door open, then the clicking of heels on the floor. I didn't need to turn to know who it was. She was the only woman who entered my place uninvited, and even though it irritated me, I couldn't deny that she always came at the right time when I needed a good fuck.

The heels stopped. She was probably undressing now. I sighed, running my hands through my wet hair, slicking it back.

She pressed her naked body against me, her nipples hard against my skin. "Why the fuck are you here?" I asked.

"Cold as always," he purred, her hands sliding over my torso, fingers caressing me, trailing lower, as she placed wet kisses along my back. "Gets me wet all the time."

"Freya,"

"Father sent a list," she murmured, her hand stroking me slowly, and I exhaled sharply. "He wants them dead or alive, but I would rather you bring them alive... It's been a long time since I played with my babies."

"Mhm,"

She moved in front of me, her eyes locking with mine as she knelt down. She kissed the tip of my cock, her lips parting to take me in. My breath hitched as she moved her head, her hand stroking me in time with her movement.

My head fell back, hand fisting her hair, and thrusting fast into her mouth. Her mouth was warm around me, her tongue teasing me in ways that drove me over the edge.

"Fuck," I groaned, yanking her up, by her arm and pressing her against the wall, as I lifted her up. She gasped, wrapping her legs around my waist, nails digging into my shoulders as she cried out in pleasure when I drove into her, hard and fast.

I entered the room now dressed in a black sweatpant, my hair still damp from the shower. Freya lay under the sheets, her eyes lingering on my chest as a lazy smile curved her lips.

"Goddamit," I brushed my hair back. "What are you still doing here?" I asked, approaching the bed.

"Waiting for another round," she licked her lips. "We both know you aren't satisfied yet,"

"Get out."

She sat up, the sheets falling down her chest to reveal her breast. "I don't want to," she pouted.

My jaw tightened as I pulled the sheets off her body and said, my voice cold, "Get dressed and leave, Freya."

"Are you worried father would find out about us?" She smiled. "He won't do anything."

"Don't make me say it again, Freya!" I boomed, eyes darkening.

She flinched, now getting the gist.

She climbed down from the bed, hissing as she pushed past me. "Asshole."

She disappeared into my closet, and when she returned, she was putting on one of my shirts. "What happened to your dress?"

She turned and shot me a middle finger before walking towards the door. When she opened it, Storm stood outside about to knock on the door. "Get the fuck out of the way!" She spat at him, slamming the door behind her.

The door creaked open again, Storm walking in with a raised eyebrow. "What the hell did you do to the Don's princess?"

I sighed, "What is it?"

He waved a card in his hand. "The mayor sent it. He's daughter is getting married."