Zara's Coconut Grove loft was a rebel's haven—exposed brick, neon art, a king-sized bed draped in black satin, floor-to-ceiling windows showing Miami's pulse. After Jack's second humiliation, the crew—Zara, Kael, Tina, Rico, and Lila—needed a sanctuary to regroup, but Kathryn's text (Vito's coming) and the hit list in Zara's pocket meant safety was a lie. The loft was a pressure cooker, and their lust, anger, and fear were about to ignite a 4P inferno, with Tina's hacker skills uncovering Kathryn's next move.
Zara stood by the bed, her silk robe open, her E-cup tits bare, nipples hard, her pussy glistening, her snake tattoo glowing. Her blonde hair was loose, her green eyes stormy, her heart torn—Kael's touch was her salvation, but his marriage to Kathryn haunted her. Kael paced, shirtless, his jeans low, his cock bulging, his green eyes conflicted, his scars a map of his violent past. Tina hacked on her laptop, her crop top gone, her tits bouncing, her shorts unbuttoned, her pussy wet. Rico guarded the door, his tank top tight, his cock ready, his brown eyes scanning. Lila lounged, her latex skirt hiked, her pussy exposed, her red hair a fiery braid, her blue eyes daring.
"We're fucked," Tina said, her screen showing Kathryn's email to Vito: Eliminate them. Tonight. Zara's jaw tightened, her pussy throbbing, her mind racing. "Then we fuck first," she said, dropping her robe, her pussy bare, her clit swollen, her asshole winking. "We fight better when we're alive."
Kael grabbed her, kissing her hard, their tongues clashing, his cock hardening against her thigh. "You're my ruin," he growled, ripping his jeans off, his cock springing free, veined and dripping, his balls heavy. Tina joined, stripping her shorts, her pussy soaked, straddling Zara's face, her clit begging for Zara's tongue. Lila knelt beside Kael, sucking his cock, her lips stretching, her spit dripping, her fingers rubbing her own pussy.
Zara's tongue dove into Tina's pussy, sucking her clit, darting to her asshole, making Tina moan, her tits bouncing, her pussy squirting onto Zara's face. Kael thrust into Lila's mouth, his balls tightening, his groans shaking the loft. Rico watched, his cock bulging, stripping his tank top, joining the fray, his cock massive, thrusting into Tina's pussy, her walls tight, her screams echoing.
Zara's pussy spasmed, her juices flooding the bed, her moans muffled by Tina's pussy. She pushed Tina off, straddling Kael, guiding his cock into her pussy, riding him hard, her tits bouncing, her clit grinding his pelvis. Lila kissed Tina, their tongues sharing Zara's taste, their fingers fucking each other's pussies, their orgasms syncing, squirting onto the satin.
Kael's cock swelled, his thumb in Zara's asshole, his groans raw. "Cum in me," Zara demanded, her pussy milking him, her orgasm relentless. Kael roared, his cock erupting, hot cum flooding her pussy, spilling out, dripping onto the bed. Rico pulled out of Tina, his cock spraying cum across her tits, Lila's face, the bed a mess of juices and cum.
They collapsed, panting, but Tina's laptop pinged—Kathryn's voice message: I know everything. Loft, now, or Vito's men torch it. Zara's heart raced, her pussy still wet, her mind sharp. "She's here," she said, kissing Kael, Tina, Lila, Rico, her lips tasting of cum and defiance. "We fight."
They dressed—Zara in leather, Kael in jeans, Tina in fishnet, Rico in cargo, Lila in latex—and armed up, grabbing knives and a bat from Zara's closet. The loft's fire escape rattled—Vito's men were climbing. Zara grinned, her pussy tingling, her heart pounding. "Let's make 'em bleed," she said, leading her crew to the roof, ready to turn the night red.