Fighting Fire with Fire

The next morning, Mia woke tangled in Lucas's arms. His warmth pressed against her, a reminder that she wasn't alone anymore. But as sunlight poured through the window, reality came crashing back.

Victor wasn't going to stop.

Sliding out of bed quietly, she grabbed her phone and opened the encrypted message Victor had sent with the footage. The threat was clear but two could play this game.

Lucas stirred behind her, his voice rough with sleep. "You're thinking too hard," he murmured, dragging her back onto the bed. His hands roamed her bare skin, his touch igniting a fresh wave of heat.

"I'm done being his pawn," she said, tilting her head back as his lips found her neck. "I want to hit him where it hurts."

A wicked smile curled Lucas's lips. "Good. Let's burn his empire down."

By the time she arrived at her office, Mia had a plan. She wasn't just going to fight Victor she was going to destroy him.

Her first move? Digging into his secrets.

She knew where Victor's skeletons were buried and she wasn't afraid to drag them into the light.

Logging into a private database, Mia began pulling up confidential records from his companies shell accounts, backdoor deals, and the under-the-table payments that kept his empire afloat. Each dirty secret she uncovered chipped away at his power.

A new message flashed on her screen: "I know what you're doing. Stop, or you'll regret it."

Mia smirked. Let him watch.

Later that night, Lucas picked her up outside her apartment. The heat in his gaze sent a thrill through her as she slid into his car.

"How far do you want to take this?" he asked, his hand skimming her thigh.

"As far as it takes," she said, leaning closer. "I'm not afraid anymore."

He pulled her into a rough kiss, claiming her mouth with fierce possession. "You're mine tonight, Mia," he growled, his voice dripping with raw hunger. "And I want you to forget everything else."

They didn't make it to his penthouse. Instead, Lucas parked in a secluded lot and yanked her onto his lap. The car filled with heat and heavy breaths as their bodies collided in a wild, desperate rhythm.

"Fuck, Mia," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust deeper. "No one touches you but me."

Her head fell back, a moan tearing from her throat as pleasure ripped through her. Every touch, every kiss was a reminder Victor didn't own her anymore.

When the night faded into quiet, Mia's resolve only hardened. Victor had taken so much from her but not anymore.

She wasn't just fighting back she was going to win.