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Born from fire. Raised to fly. Bound by blood.

Mercenary Novel

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.

Hawk Copeland
Alex Mondego
Yago
Ace
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Exiled for gossip.

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Hot mess meets hotter spy...

“Shit,” Nicki whispered, as his hand slid up her thigh, hot and possessive. “What are we doing?!”

Lex didn’t answer with words. He just looked at her like she was a locked door he’d waited years to open. Then his mouth was on hers again—hungry, demanding, making her forget her name, her Lolo’s last warning, and every peso in her frozen trust fund.

She moaned into the kiss, her towel clinging on for dear life. “You're… just a security guy,” she gasped, fingers digging into his shirt as he lifted her onto the edge of the upholstered bench. “Why do you kiss like a villain in a spy movie?!”

Lex’s lips curved into that maddening smirk. “I’m good with my hands,” he said. “Tools, locks, brats.”

“I—ohmygod—” she gasped, head tilting back as his mouth found that spot on her neck that made her toes curl.

She should have stopped this.

She should have said No, Lex, I’m a Tantuco heiress. This is beneath me—literally.

But then his hand slipped under her towel and she heard herself whimper, “Please don’t stop.”

And he didn’t. He worshipped her like sin. Touched her like she was breakable—until she broke in the best way.

He moved like a man who knew how to destroy governments and g-spots equally well.


She came undone twice before she remembered her own name.

Later, when her heart had stopped doing cartwheels, and her thighs were still trembling, she looked at the man beside her—shirtless, smug, and dangerously calm.

“Lex…” she whispered, breathless. “Who the hell are you?”

He just winked and handed her the towel. “Let’s just say… I’m not part of HR.”

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HERO  VILLAINS  HERO  VILLAINS

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Some love stories don’t start with flowers.

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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.”

She arched beneath him, breathless, trembling as his hands slid lower, taking, claiming, owning every inch of her.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against her skin.

But she didn’t. Couldn’t.

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.

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THE AUTHOR  THE AUTHOR  THE AUTHOR

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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.

​Click the button. Fall in love.  


Just… maybe don’t get too attached. Hindi lahat ng characters umaabot sa ending. 😈💋

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Katerina Maria Author

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