Lethal Captivation: You Can Never Escape

Chapter 8

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nge, neon signs flashed in bright purple and gold. A steady st

ed on their brakes, forming a tight defensive

ad car and stepped out. His cold eyes swept th

e SUV opened. Axel Stone stepped out, his

He wore no tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undo

or. He rushed down the steps, sweating profusely, bow

up the steps. Eight men in black suits instantly f

ening bass of the club music and the heavy smell of

level. The crowd instinctively felt the murderous tension rolling

flirt with Axel. Dante did not hesitate; he shove

evator. He guided Axel and his men straight to the t

s lined with a thick Persian rug that completely swall

avy, carved double doors, was Scarlett. She was a high-e

on her most seductive smile and stepped forw

eme disgust crossed his dark eyes. He shifted hi

look at her. "Get lost," he spat,

face. Dante shot her a look so vicious she stumbl

d and pushed open th

suite. The bright light from the crystal c

niel Carlisle sat on a white lea

feet. He forced a wide, fake smile

s, my friend!" N

simply held out his right han

d. Axel's grip was like a steel vice. The corner

straight to the main sofa directly op

ds on his knee. His posture was relaxed, bu

, standing with their hands clasped in front of

waving his hand to order his own gu

ck mud. The smell of gunpowder was pra

gaze locked onto Nathaniel, silently declaring t

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Lethal Captivation: You Can Never Escape

Ola Wilde Modern

“Two years ago, Chloe witnessed a brutal mafia execution in a desolate Vegas alley. To survive, she pretended to be legally blind, clinging to the ruthless mafia boss's leg and crying for her "Uncle" to take her home. She thought her pathetic acting had fooled the grim reaper. But two years later, her best friend was violently kidnapped, and Chloe was blackmailed into wearing a revealing velvet uniform to serve drinks in a deadly VIP suite. Trembling on the floor, she knelt to pour the whiskey, only to lock eyes with the exact same mafia boss, Axel Stone. He recognized his "blind" little rabbit instantly. When a rival gang leader tried to slap Chloe for spilling a drink, Axel effortlessly caught the man's wrist, nearly breaking it. His pitch-black eyes swept over the fresh bruises on her collarbone, radiating a lethal, territorial fury before he coldly claimed her as his own. Terrified, Chloe fled to a cramped apartment and forged an HIV-positive medical report. She didn't understand why this billionaire predator was so obsessed with a random, helpless college girl. She shoved the fake report against his chest, screaming that she was dirty and infected, desperately waiting for the disgust that would finally set her free. Instead, Axel let out a dark, suppressed laugh and pinned her hard against the mattress, his kiss brutal and punishing. "Even if you are rotting from the inside out, you are mine. If you are going to die, I will go to hell with you." The running game was over, and her true nightmare had just begun.”