He stole her freedom. She stole his soul.
“You were supposed to hate me,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as his mouth traced a scorching path down her throat.
“I do,” Hawk growled, dragging her closer, his body pressed hard against hers, “I hate how much I want you. I hate how you make me forget everything but this.”
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She arched beneath him, breathless, trembling as his hands slid lower, taking, claiming, owning every inch of her.
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“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against her skin.
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But she didn’t. Couldn’t.
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And when he finally claimed her, fierce and unrelenting, when she shattered around him with a cry that sounded like surrender and salvation all at once—
Hawk knew. He’d never let her go.
Not now. Not ever.
A landless empire ruled by bullets, bound by blood, defined by legend.
Las Aguilas was the kind of elite paramilitary syndicate you called when diplomacy required breaking kneecaps politely.
Their job? Making sure neither the crooks nor the suits got too ambitious.
If someone upset the balance, Las Aguilas arrived promptly to restore harmony—usually with a smile, occasionally with explosives. They operated behind impeccable manners and better tailoring, invisible until necessary, at which point things typically got messy.
Everyone claimed they didn't exist, right until the moment they desperately needed their number.
​Writer. Matchmaker. Crime scene clean-up crew (emotionally, at least).
I come from a proud heritage of revolutionaries, star-crossed lovers, and that one tita na may third eye.
So yes—expect romance, gunshots, and more plot twists than your ex’s explanations.
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​Click the button. Fall in love.
Just… maybe don’t get too attached. Hindi lahat ng characters umaabot sa ending. 😈💋
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