*This chapter contains sexual content*Jeanne's squeals soon turned to moans as Aiden attacked her mouth with such ferocity and want. She kept squirming against him as her body was on fire. The fire blossomed wherever Aiden touched her, seeking to consume her whole. She parted her lips, and his tongue dove in, exploring her insides, twirling with her tongue like a snake on heat. Jeanne had wanted to do this for a while now. Of course, she had to play the role of the employee who had her wits around her when in the presence of her boss, but she had been going crazy over him since she met him. He had this appeal to him that seemed to draw her close like a moth to a flame. She helped him get out of his suit, their lips never leaving each other. With his thumb and third finger, Aiden painstakingly untwisted each button on her blouse before sliding a finger along her breastbone. Finally, her shirt came undone, and he looked at her before pulling her breasts free and caressing them. Was

Aiden laughed coldly causing Amby's body hair to stand on end. "You dare threaten me, Amby? You? Interesting".What is your end game you bitch? Money? A connection? Do you want to die?These thoughts raced in his head but he still maintain his composure. "What do you want with me, Amby? For all I know, you are spewing lies.""Don't play dumb with me Aiden. You know damn well what I am talking about. You are a fake. What did you do to the poor man's son? Did you kill him? Blackmail the family to take yiu in? Tell them some stupid sob story about how you were almost beaten to death and how your grandma was killed? You are a bad luck, Aiden. And now that you've struck gold you dare to forget me? Me who struggled with you? I was the one that bore your flimsy excuses of not having money, having to feel inferior to my friends." Amby said, her face contorted in rage, chest heaving."How dare you? How dare you mention my grandmother, you conniving bitch. You stole from me and now you think yo

Aiden arrived at The Tableau with 15 minutes to spare. He was pleased with himself as he had driven like he was on a chase. He considered himself lucky that he didn't get pulled over by the cops. Also, it would have been disrespectful for the Chairman to get there before he did. So he waited. He pondered on whether to tell the Chairman about what teanspired at the office or he should keep it to himself and allow his guys to fish the people responsible out.The door of the building opened and the Chairman walked in laughing with two men, one obviously older and larger and the other one a young man. Aiden realised who they were and his good feeling about seeing the Chairman vanished. The two additions were his uncle and cousin.Aiden rose to his feet in respect. "Father, it's so nice to see you and an honour that you would call me out to dinner" , Aiden said taking the Chairman's hands and bowing deeply which made the Chairman smile. After greeting him, Aiden turned to his uncle and bo

In their hideout, Aiden's men gathered round a long rectangular table. Here the floor plan for the club was splayed out with the underground tunnels interlinking highlighted in red. From the plan, the tunnels ran under several business houses and the major tunnels led underneath a textile packaging company. Mingli had been put on guard duty by applying to work at the factory so he could root out the people that worked for Black Lagoon.Eduard had sent a couple of his men down the basement of the club and there they found a completely different living space as compared to above griund. The basement looked like a living quarters with partitions to create several smaller rooms. At the far end of the room were stacks of wooden crates containing ammunition, some were empty and broken. Apparently during the fight Aiden had with the goons, the basement had been raided and some of the valuables moved using the tunnels. His men had also seen holding cells where those bastards had kept their gi

In the heart of the city, where darkness consumed the alleys, stood the Naitatu gang's hideout—a derelict warehouse covered in graffiti and hidden from the world's prying eyes. Chen, Hendrick, Hector, Kyungja, Nicki, and the other members were gathered there that night, laughing and making plans for their territory war and also undergoing rigorous trainings. Little did they know that their haven would soon turn into a battleground.As the clock struck midnight, a lone figure staggered into the dimly lit warehouse. Blood dripped from his wounds, leaving a macabre trail behind him. It was one of their own, but he could hardly be recognized in his battered state. He gasped for breath, desperately trying to convey a warning before collapsing to the floor, unconscious.Chen, the second-in-command, rushed to his side. "Get a medic! Quickly!" he barked, his voice laced with concern. Panic spread like wildfire as the gang members realized the gravity of the situation. They were under attack,