I grabbed the armrest of the control chair as the monitors flickered, displaying the absolute ruin of my life in high-definition red. Eight months of playing dead, eight months of hiding my swollen belly and rebuilding my own empire from the dark, and now Dayton “Dayt” Dodson was on his knees right outside my locked vault.

“Open the damn door, Aniyah,” his voice rasped through the comms, thick with desperation, rough with a hunger that used to make me melt. “You took my money. You took my club’s security. But you’re not hiding my baby from me.”

I pressed the button, letting my voice slice through the speaker like ice. “I didn’t just take your money, Dayt. I own you. Every weapon system, every dollar, every secret.”

Through the reinforced glass, the club’s deadliest enforcer didn’t reach for a gun. He stripped his leather kutte, dropped his weapons to the cold tile, and sank lower, his dark eyes burning with ruthless, unyielding surrender.

“Then command me,” he growled, chest heaving. “Take my rank. Take my pride. Just let me touch you.”

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