The cold steel of the gun pressed against Daniel’s forehead sent a shiver down Jenny’s spine. The air in the warehouse was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and fear. Every breath she took felt like it was laced with danger, with the undeniable truth of what she had gotten herself into.
Marcus stood still, his grip on the gun unwavering. His expression was unreadable, but Jenny could see it in his eyes—this wasn’t just business. This was personal.
Daniel trembled beneath his gaze, his hands shaking as he tried to plead for his life. “Please, Marcus… I made a mistake, but I can fix it. Just—just give me a chance.”
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Jenny didn’t know if it was the adrenaline or the fact that she couldn’t stand watching this anymore, but she found herself stepping forward.
“Marcus.”
His name left her lips before she could stop herself.
Everyone in the room turned to her, including Marcus.
His eyes flickered with something—annoyance? Amusement? She couldn’t tell.
“Jenny,” he said smoothly, as if he wasn’t about to put a bullet in someone’s head. “I told you to stay quiet.”
She swallowed hard. “Killing him won’t solve anything.”
Marcus arched an eyebrow. “Won’t it?”
Jenny’s fingers curled into fists. She could feel the weight of the men’s gazes on her, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air. No one questioned Marcus. No one dared.
But she wasn’t like them.
“Let him live,” she said, forcing herself to meet Marcus’s gaze. “Make an example out of him, but don’t kill him. There are other ways to make someone regret betraying you.”
For a long moment, no one spoke.
Then Marcus smirked.
“You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”
He lowered the gun slightly, but the danger in his posture didn’t fade.
Jenny exhaled, thinking she had convinced him.
But then—
A gunshot echoed through the warehouse.
Daniel’s body slumped to the ground. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and spreading fast.
Jenny’s breath caught in her throat.
She had never seen someone die before.
The metallic scent of blood hit her, and her stomach twisted.
She looked up at Marcus, horror creeping into her veins.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she whispered.
Marcus turned to her, his expression calm. “Yes, I did.”
His words sent a shiver through her. There was no remorse in his eyes, no hesitation.
And yet, he had listened to her—just long enough to make her think she had a choice in how this would end.
It was a lesson.
A reminder that in his world, power wasn’t given. It was taken.
Jenny felt like she couldn’t breathe.
She had thought she could handle this, thought she could understand Marcus’s world.
But this was something else entirely.
She turned, moving quickly toward the exit.
She needed air.
She needed to get away.
A Dangerous Game
The night air was crisp against her skin as she stepped outside, her hands still shaking.
She had known Marcus was dangerous. She had seen glimpses of his ruthlessness before.
But witnessing it—being part of it—was something else entirely.
Her heart pounded as she leaned against the cold metal of a car, trying to steady her breath.
She didn’t know how long she stood there before she heard footsteps behind her.
Marcus.
She didn’t have to turn to know it was him.
He always moved with the same quiet, controlled power—like a predator who never doubted his ability to dominate.
“Are you going to run?” he asked, his voice calm.
Jenny closed her eyes. “I don’t know.”
She felt him step closer.
“I won’t stop you,” he said, surprising her. “If you want to leave, you can. But if you stay, you’ll have to accept what this life is.”
She turned to face him then, searching his expression. “You want me to accept murder?”
Marcus didn’t flinch. “I want you to understand that this world isn’t black and white. You think I had a choice tonight? Daniel betrayed me. If I let that slide, I would’ve been weak. And in this life, weakness gets you killed.”
Jenny shook her head. “That doesn’t mean you had to kill him.”
Marcus’s jaw tensed. “Maybe not. But it was the right message to send.”
The worst part was… a small part of her understood.
She hated it.
But she understood.
And that scared her more than anything.
She looked away, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
Marcus stepped even closer, his presence overwhelming. “You already are.”
She swallowed hard as his hand lifted, his fingers brushing against her cheek.
She should pull away.
She should tell him this was too much.
But instead, she let him touch her.
His fingers slid down to her jaw, his thumb tracing her lower lip.
Jenny’s breath hitched.
She was standing at the edge of something dangerous—something that would consume her if she let it.
And yet, she couldn’t move away.
“I should hate you,” she whispered.
Marcus’s eyes darkened. “But you don’t.”
She hated how right he was.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers—just a whisper of contact, a silent question.
Jenny’s heart slammed against her ribs.
She could end this right now.
She could walk away.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she tilted her chin up, closing the distance between them.
The moment their lips met, the world around them vanished.
Marcus wasn’t gentle. He never was. His kiss was demanding, possessive, claiming her in a way that made her knees weak.
Jenny’s fingers curled into his jacket, holding on as the heat between them grew.
She should stop this.
She should pull away.
But she couldn’t.
Because in that moment, she wasn’t just afraid of Marcus.
She was afraid of how much she wanted him.
And she knew—deep down—that this was the point of no return.
She wasn’t just in his world now.
She was his.
And there was no escaping that.
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