Page 52 of Turmoil's Target

I take the elevator up to her floor, my heart pounding in anticipation.

When the doors slide open, she’s waiting for me, leaning against the doorframe with a seductive smile.

“Hello, handsome,” she murmurs, her eyes raking over me appreciatively. “Rough night?”

I step forward, my hands finding her waist as I pull her against me. “Nothing a little distraction can’t fix,” I reply, my lips finding hers in a searing kiss.

She melts into me, her arms winding around my neck as she deepens the kiss.

I lose myself in the taste of her, the feel of her curves pressed against me.

When we finally break apart, both of us breathing heavily, she takes my hand and leads me inside. “Then let me take your mind off things,” she says with a wicked grin, pulling me toward the living room.

I follow willingly, eager to lose myself in her, to forget the world outside these walls.

Seraphina points to her couch and disappears into the kitchen. “You sit. I’ll be back in a moment.”

I settle onto her leather couch, and soon enough she’s coming back in with tumblers of whiskey in hand.

She pops a squat next to me and hands me one of the glasses.

The amber liquid burns pleasantly as it slides down my throat.

Seraphina’s slate gray eyes study me intently. “So, what happened tonight?”

I let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I saw my father and it was exhausting. Same old bullshit. He can’t accept my choices, constantly riding my ass about wasted potential.”

She nods, understanding etched on her face. “Family can be complicated. Trust me, I get it.”

There’s a bitterness in her tone that catches my attention.

I tilt my head, silently prompting her to continue.

She takes a long sip of her drink before speaking. “My father was murdered. By a biker club.”

Her eyes flash with a mixture of grief and rage.

I keep my expression neutral, feigning surprise. “Shit, Sera. I’m so sorry.”

She shakes her head. “It was years ago. But my mother... she’s made it her mission to avenge him. To take down the club responsible.”

I lean forward, my elbows resting on my knees. “Sounds like she really loved him.”

Seraphina’s lips curve into a humorless smile. “Yeah, she did. We’re going to take down that club.”

I arch a brow, “How so?”

She lets out a breath, “Well, money talks. We’ve invested heavily in getting brothels up and running around the Vegas area. The club has a brothel and things haven’t been going so great for them as of late.”

She takes another sip, her gaze distant. “They were trying to expand into other business ventures, too. Applying for permits to start a chain of car washes. But my mother put a stop to that real quick.”

I whistle lowly. “Sounds like she’s not one to be messed with.”

“No, she’s not,” Seraphina agrees, a hint of pride in her voice. “She won’t rest until they pay for what they did to my father.”

I nod, my mind racing with this new information.

I keep my face impassive, but inside, I’m reeling.

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