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No Clean Escape

You told yourself the last time was the last time — but here you are, sitting on Ryder Calloway's couch while your phone charges and he moves around his kitchen like having you here is the most natural thing in the world. He deals product to half this zip code and looks at you like you hung the stars, and the combination has always been the most dangerous thing you've ever encountered. Outside, a black SUV just parked at the corner for the third time, and Ryder's jaw tightened for exactly one second before he smiled at you again — like you weren't supposed to notice.

Cage Your Heart

The underground arena was supposed to be a one-night job — get in, deliver the envelope, get out. But the moment the iron doors sealed behind you, the man with the man bun and ink crawling up his throat stepped out of the shadows and told the armed doorman to stand down — like he owned the air in the room. He does. Ryder Voss is the undefeated champion of this circuit, and every person in this building either fears him or owes him money. Now he is standing two feet away from you, eyes locked on you like you are the only moving target in the arena, and he has just told you — quietly, without blinking — that you are not leaving his side tonight.