Page 47 of Carnival Master

With a final groan, he spills himself over his bare stomach, his face a mask of pleasure.

"Fuck, baby girl. That was fucking beautiful." His breath comes in heavy gasps, his eyes never leaving the screen or me.

I smile, feeling a rush of power at seeing this powerful man undone by me. "That's what you do to me, Ty."

For a moment, we stay connected through the screen, our chests heaving as we revel in the aftermath of our shared pleasure.

I wipe the sweat from my forehead, still catching my breath from our intense video call. Tyson's eyes burn with determination through the screen.

"Now, let's talk about how I'm getting you the fuck out of there so I can bury my cock in you for real, where it belongs."

I shake my head, reality crashing back down. "It's impossible, Ty. Dad's men are everywhere. The house is like a fortress – armed guards at every exit and cameras on every corner. I can't even open my window without someone spotting me."

"Nothing is impossible," Tyson growls, his jaw clenching. "I'll tear the fucking city to the ground if that's what it takes to get you back in my arms."

My heart skips at his words. The intensity in his eyes tells me he means every word, which should terrify me.Instead, it fills me with a warmth I've never known to be worth fighting for.

I glance at my bedroom door, thinking of the guards posted outside. Of my father's iron grip on this city. Of all the walls and obstacles between Tyson and me.

But when I look back at his face on my screen, I see something that makes all those barriers seem paper-thin: pure, unstoppable determination.

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TYSON

My jaw clenches tight as I look at my most trusted crew. Lars leans against the wall, arms crossed. Nash and Colt stand shoulder to shoulder, synchronized energy crackling with tension. Phoenix sits at my desk, fingers flying over my keyboard, while Gage looms in the darkest corner, that skull mask revealing nothing.

“We’re storming Jimmy Moretti’s mansion tonight,” I announce, planting my hands on the desk. “I’m getting Sofia out of there.”

“You’ve lost your fucking mind.” Lars pushes off the wall. “That’s suicide, Ty. Jimmy’s got an army.”

“He’s right,” Colt steps forward. “We’re good, but we’re not that good. Jimmy’s got eyes everywhere.”

Nash shakes his head. “The carnival’s our cover. If we blow this, everything we’ve built. Years of work, gone.”

“You think I don’t know that?” I slam my fist on thedesk. “She’s trapped in there because of me. Because I couldn’t stay away.”

“Then maybe you should’ve thought about that before getting involved with a mob boss’s daughter,” Lars snaps.

I lock eyes with each of them. “I’m not asking for permission. I’m telling you what’s happening. You’re either with me or against me.”

Phoenix’s typing never falters, but his silence speaks volumes. He knows every security system and every camera angle. We’ll need him.

Gage hasn’t moved an inch, that mask hiding whatever thoughts churn behind it. But I know he’ll come. He lives for chaos like this.

“Jimmy trusts us,” Nash tries one last time. “We’ve built that relationship for years.”

“And now I’m going to destroy it.” I straighten up. “Because he locked away his daughter like she’s property. Because he’d rather see her miserable than with me.”

Lars runs a hand through his hair. “This is going to start a war.”

I let their concerns wash over me as a plan crystallizes. “Phoenix, pull up the blueprints for Jimmy’s security system.”

The screen flickers to life, showing detailed schematics. I trace the outline with my finger. “There’s something Jimmy values more than his daughter or his pride – his reputation.”

Lars raises an eyebrow. “What are you thinking?”

“We’ve got evidence of every deal he’s made with us.Every dirty transaction, everybody we’ve buried.” I tap my fingers on the desk. “Phoenix has been documenting it all.”

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