Chapter Thirty One The lady was so scared, so she picked up her phone to call a number. "Hello, I need help. I have an unconscious man who is bleeding under my arms right now!" she screamed into the phone. "Is he dead? Do you need us to dispose of him?" the person she called asked. "No, I can't dispose of him! What if someone catches me?" she panicked, her voice shaking. "This is too risky." The man on the other end of the line sighed, rolling his eyes. "Isabella, we're bigger than the police. Remember who you are. You're the daughter of a powerful mafia lord, and your father loves you too much to let anything happen to you." As she continued to panic, a black SUV pulled up beside her. A burly man in a tailored suit stepped out, his face a mask of irritation and concern. "Isabella, what are you doing close to the homeless station?" he demanded. "Are you sure this man isn't homeless? I think we should dump him here. His clothes are too basic, and I don’t think anyone of imp

Chapter Thirty Three Declan limped out of the safe house, the pain from his wound a constant reminder of his mission. The city was dark and silent, the streets empty. He clutched the ring in his hand, the neon blue flame flickering as if it sensed his desperation. He had to find his sister. Nothing else mattered. He wandered from one homeless shelter to another, asking about a seventeen-year-old girl. Each time, the answer was the same. No one had seen her. He described her as best as he could, but without his phone, he had no picture to show them. Frustration gnawed at him as he trudged through the cold night. At one shelter, an old man shook his head sympathetically. "Sorry, son. Lots of young girls come through here, but none match your description." Declan thanked him and moved on. The hours passed in a blur of disappointment and growing despair. He checked alleyways, parks, and underpasses, calling out her name, hoping for a miracle. But the city remained silent, offering n

Chapter Thirty FiveIsabella stayed in her bedroom, scrolling through Declan’s phone and noting the wealth of information. Her excitement was palpable; this phone was a goldmine. But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening again. Richard walked back in, his eyes narrowing as he approached her."Isabella," he said, his voice sharp. "Do you have Declan's phone? Did you find anything tangible in it? He's always talking about how important he is, and it seems like he's in contact with some exclusive rich men—business tycoons and politicians."Quickly, Isabella slipped Declan’s phone behind her bed, her heart racing. "No, I didn’t see anything," she lied smoothly. "Declan’s phone isn’t with me."Richard's eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, his demeanor menacing. "You know how much I can destroy your life if you lie to me, right?"Isabella nodded, trying to hide her fear. "Come on, baby," she cooed, her voice softening as she moved closer to him. "I’ll do anything

Chapter Thirty Seven"You're so wet," he growled. He added a second finger, kissing her harder and pushing his tongue into her mouth in a rhythm that matched the thrusts of his fingers inside her, his palm rubbing her clit.She made a needy sound and rocked against his hand, seeking more pressure from his palm."Oh, no," he said, removing his hands from her body and wrapping them around her wrists. "Not after all that teasing. You have to wait for me." He held her hands above her head against the shower wall and kissed her hard, pressing his body against hers.She felt his hard cock trapped between them and squirmed against him, continuing her teasing while he kissed her deeply. Reaching down, he gripped his cock and slid it between her thighs, making sure the shaft was tucked between her lips, rubbing against her clit. He moved his hands to the outside of her thighs to hold them together, his cock trapped between them.She gasped as he started moving, thrusting between her legs, fee

Chapter Thirty NineThe darkness threatened to consume Declan, but as he teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, a strange sensation coursed through his body. He felt a warmth emanating from his ring, and the neon blue flame flickered back to life. Suddenly, an intense surge of energy filled him, pushing away the pain and giving him a burst of strength.His eyes snapped open, glowing with a fierce determination. The men in black noticed the change and moved to restrain him, but Declan was faster. With a powerful twist, he broke free from their grip, using the momentum to deliver a swift, brutal punch to the nearest assailant. The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious.Declan sprang to his feet, his movements a blur of speed and precision. He disarmed one attacker with a well-placed kick, sending the gun skittering across the floor. Another tried to grab him from behind, but Declan ducked and delivered an elbow strike to the man's ribs, followed by an uppercut that sent him sprawlin