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A New Plan
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2025-01-07 17:20:12
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Beneath The Mask Watching Him
Ghost POVMy feet halt mid-step as my eyes lock onto a window in the main house. And there he is, Lorenzo, my Princess, oblivious to my presence. He’s in front of the glass, his body moving with purpose, her wrapped around him like a fucking ribbon. Serena Castelli, his perfect little fiancée.Fuck the pool house. I have a better idea.I grab Chase, spinning him to face me, and kiss him hard, my lips bruising against his. He grunts into my mouth, startled but pliant. Releasing him, I shove him against a nearby tree, his hands automatically bracing against the rough bark. He doesn’t resist. He never does.Good.My eyes flick back to the window. Lorenzo hasn’t noticed me yet, too wrapped up in his perfect life, his perfect fiancée. It’s maddening. Watching him, knowing he’s touching her the way I want to touch him, makes my blood boil and my body burn.My hands move quickly, unfastening my trousers with practiced ease. Chase is already pulling his down, eager and compliant. I grab the c
Last Updated : 2025-01-07Beneath The Mask Foolish
The PrinceI’ve always known Ghost sneaks into the estate. It’s his thing—his twisted way of taunting me, pushing my buttons, trying to provoke a reaction. He’s relentless, like a shadow that refuses to stay where it belongs. But tonight? Tonight, the thought of him being here didn’t even cross my mind. It wasn’t even a consideration.That was my first mistake.I should have known better. Normally, I’m careful. I keep my time with Serena private, calculated, even rehearsed. I know where we can be seen, where we can’t. I’m meticulous because I have to be.So when I looked up—when I happened to glance at the window while I was buried in Serena—and saw him outside with some guy? That wasn’t just a shock. It was a gut punch. Dumbfounded doesn’t even begin to cover it. I felt… frozen. Confused. Lost.He was watching me. Watching us. He knew I was there, knew exactly what I was doing, and yet he didn’t flinch. He didn’t hide. He didn’t stop.And that guy he was with? I don’t know who he is,
Last Updated : 2025-01-11Beneath The Mask Making Moves
The PrinceMy mind drifts to Ghost as the cars roll through the quiet streets. He thrives on chaos, on bending the rules to his will. But this? This is the consequence of his games. He needs to understand that every action has a price, and tonight, he’s going to pay it.The estate grows smaller in the distance, but the weight of my decision grows heavier. I’ve always been careful, always tried to walk the line between loyalty to my family and the tangled mess of emotions Ghost has stirred in me. But tonight, there’s no line.Tonight, I’ll do what has to be done. And if Ghost doesn’t see the message this time, he never will.We stop outside the massive gates of Marcello’s villa—a place not only his home but also a key storage site for the Moretti family’s operations. As we step out of the vehicles, the cold night air feels suffocating as I look over my shoulder.“Remember,” I say, my voice low and steady, “everyone dies except Marcello. He’s mine.”They nod silently, the tension around
Last Updated : 2025-01-11Beneath The Mask Sending Warnings
The PrinceI sit in the car, staring out at the passing darkness, and wonder if this is the point where we’ve gone too far. Ghost’s antics have been a thorn in our side for months—he’s sabotaged our business again and again—but this feels like a line we shouldn’t cross. Kidnapping Marcello Moretti isn’t just retaliation; it’s a declaration of war.Sure, Marcello’s not the son of the Moretti boss, just his nephew, but that doesn’t make it any less significant. He’s family, blood, and we’re about to use him as a pawn in a game that could spiral out of control. Then again, maybe the blame doesn’t rest entirely on Ghost. There’s no way the Moretti family doesn’t know what he’s been up to. The docks weren’t an isolated incident—it’s become a weekly fucking ritual at this point. If his father had stepped in and reined him in, none of this would be happening.When we pull up to the estate, the cool night air does little to settle the churn in my stomach. I step out, watching as my men haul M
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The PrinceThe finger finally comes free, and a guard holds it up like a trophy before placing it in a small box. The lid snaps shut, sealing it neatly for delivery.“This will send the message,” I mutter, moving to the next finger as Marcello sobs, his voice cracking under the weight of agony.When the second finger is severed, I step back, wiping my blade clean. “Cauterize the wounds,” I command, waving toward the red-hot poker glowing in the coals.Marcello barely registers the words before the poker is pressed against his mangled hand. His scream is deafening, his body convulsing as the smell of burning flesh fills the room.“Why is that bastard Ghost always in our business?” my father sneers, his glare fixed on Marcello.Marcello lifts his head weakly, his gaze filled with defiance, but he says nothing. My father’s scowl deepens.Grabbing the poker, I step forward. Marcello’s eyes widen, his body instinctively recoiling despite the restraints.“Let’s make sure you never forget wh
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Last Updated : 2025-01-15Beneath The Mask Stopping A War
Ghost POV“My father plans to take your sister,” I growl, watching as his smug expression falters.“What?” he whispers, the word barely audible.“Yeah. You’ve got no fucking family left, Prince. So he’s planning to take your sister and do the same to her. Now you better think fast about what I can do to stop it, or she’s dead by the end of the week.”His eyes widen, and for a moment, I catch a glimpse of fear. But it’s fleeting, replaced quickly by defiance. “You’re bluffing,” he snaps, leaning closer. “You really think this will work?”Why the hell would I bluff? My grip tightens around his throat. “You killed the only person in my family I could talk to—the only one who understood me,” I growl. “Trust me, torturing your sister would be fucking satisfying, but then what? Who do you kill next? Me? Josie?” I push him harder against the tree, the anger radiating off me in waves.“You can’t get to her,” he spits.“Watch us,” I snap. “If I don’t go back with something worthy of Marcello’s
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The PrinceWhen I wake, everything feels normal—too normal. But the sense of unease gnaws at me. I don’t know why the guard at the graveyard hasn’t reported in yet, but the silence is unsettling. Then again, if the Moretti's had been there, maybe they didn’t bother leaving him alive.I shake the thought off and head downstairs. My father is sitting back in his chair, looking far too relaxed. He’s calm, collected—smiling even. It won’t last. Ghost must’ve gone last night, which means the storm is coming.Pouring myself a coffee, I take a seat, watching him from across the room. He’s radiating satisfaction, probably from the victory of us torturing and killing Marcello. But I know this family, and I know how quickly moments like this unravel.The tension snaps with a single word.“Boss,” a voice calls from the doorway.My father straightens in his seat, and I glance toward the source. A soldier steps in, his face pale and tight with nerves. The room shifts, the calm shattering like glas
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Ghost’s POVThe estate hums with a quiet, controlled energy. It’s not like before, not the constant shifting of power, the tension of men waiting for orders, unsure of where their loyalty should fall. No, this is different. This is stability, control. The kind of power that comes when every loose end has been tied, every move made with precision.Six months ago, the chaos of merging two families under one name seemed impossible, but here we are. There was bloodshed, betrayal, battles fought in the dark, but in the end, the Moretti name swallowed everything whole.And Lorenzo stands at the center of it all, like he was always meant to.It still feels strange sometimes, calling him that. For so long, he was Prince—an untouchable force of nature that crashed through my life and ruined me in the best fucking way. But he doesn’t go by that anymore. He stripped that name from himself the same way he burned away everything tied to his past.Prince was the name his father put on him, and it t
Beneath The Mask Strange
Prince POVThe hum of the jet is steady, almost soothing, and for the first time in a long time, my body doesn’t feel weighed down by expectation or responsibility. I should be thinking about everything we left behind, the work waiting for us when we return, but all I can focus on is Ghost’s warmth pressed against my side.I swirl the whiskey in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the soft lighting. My head is clearer than it’s been in weeks, and maybe it’s the altitude or the silence between us, but I know this is the moment to say what’s been lingering in my mind.“I forgive you.”Ghost stills beside me. His arm, draped lazily over my shoulders, tenses. He doesn’t speak right away, just tilts his head slightly to look at me.“You forgive me,” he repeats, as if testing the words, trying to make sense of them.I nod, setting my glass down. “Yeah. For the kidnapping, for everything. I hated you for it, Ghost. I wanted to fucking kill you for it, and I won’t pretend I didn’t. But
Beneath The Mask For Him
Ghost POVThe past few weeks have been hell. Chaos, tension, and the never-ending grind of fixing what was broken. Prince has spent every second of the last week since we married solidifying his hold, making sure his men follow him, and reclaiming what was his. At the same time, my father has been preparing to hand everything over to me.There’s one thing we haven’t spoken about, though. Something I’ve already discussed with my father. Even though I’ll be taking over soon, his opinion still holds weight.Running two separate families, keeping our business dealings apart like we’re enemies, seems fucking stupid. We’re married, we live together, and our men are already working alongside each other. Keeping it divided is like clinging to something outdated, something that doesn’t fit the reality of what we are now.It’s a conversation I need to have with Prince, and now, with the meal winding down and everyone moving into the other room to drink, it’s time.I place a hand on his arm, sto
Beneath The Mask Showing My Strength
Prince POVIf I’m going to lead, if I’m going to secure my place, I need to make sure there’s no doubt about where I stand. And I need to make damn sure everyone else knows it too.The man shifts in his seat, trying to keep his posture straight despite the way his arms are bound behind the chair. His lip is swollen, blood smeared across his jaw, but his eyes—they’re what piss me off the most. He isn’t scared. He should be.I exhale slowly, my fingers flexing at my sides. “Let’s skip the bullshit. You don’t like me. I get it. You wanted someone else to take over, and now you’re sitting here bleeding while I stand in front of you.” I tilt my head. “Tell me, how do you think this ends?”His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t answer.Ghost leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching. He’s letting me handle this, letting me take the lead. I can feel his gaze on me, assessing, waiting to see what I’ll do.I crouch down in front of the man, resting my elbows on my knees. “Loyalty,” I say, watch
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Prince POVA week has passed since the meeting where the men accepted me as their boss. The tension that had been thick in the air that day has finally settled, and everything seems to be running smoothly. No one is openly challenging my authority anymore, and while there are still some lingering doubts in certain circles, no one dares to act on them. Not yet, at least.Ash has been on top of things, making sure operations are running like clockwork. The businesses are stable, the money is flowing, and the ports are secure. The men who had hesitated before have either fallen in line or disappeared quietly, knowing that their loyalty isn’t up for debate.I should feel accomplished. I should feel like I’ve won. But the truth is, I don’t feel much of anything.My mind is still scattered, still tangled in everything that’s happened. I haven’t touched alcohol since the poisoning, though the urge is there. Not because I need it to function, but because I need something to dull the thoughts
Beneath The Mask His Strength
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Beneath The Mask His Men
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Beneath The Mask Letting Him DO IT
Prince POVMind is useless as I scramble for an answer.“The arms dealer,” I continue, my voice flat. “He’s got direct supply lines to some of the best weapons in the country. Losing him doesn’t just mean weaker defenses, it means weaker offense. If a war starts and he’s not backing me, I’m going in blind while the other side is stocked.”Ghost nods again, like he already expected that answer.“Then the street boss,” I mutter, rubbing my forehead. “He manages all the foot soldiers. If he doesn’t pledge to me, I lose bodies. Numbers. Without him, I’ll have the higher-ups but no one left to actually enforce my rule.”I exhale, my fingers pressing against my temples. “And then there’s the club owner. He’s the one who controls the places where all these deals go down. The meetings, the payments, the contracts. If he refuses to align with me, I lose neutral ground. I lose the space to negotiate, to work things out before they turn bloody.”Ghost watches me, waiting for more, but my mind is
Beneath The Mask Main men
Prince POVWaking up feels disorienting, my body lighter than before, but my mind sluggish, struggling to piece together how I even got here. The last thing I remember was leaning into Ghost, his warmth steady against mine. Did I really fall asleep on him? That doesn’t feel like something I’d let myself do, not after everything. Yet, here I am, lying in bed with no memory of moving.Sitting up, I drag a hand down my face, trying to shake off the remnants of exhaustion. My limbs feel less like dead weight, but there’s still a heaviness in my chest, an ache deep in my muscles that refuses to fade completely. The poison may be wearing off, but the effects still linger beneath my skin.I push the blankets back and move to the bathroom, needing something to ground me. The hot water pelts against my skin, steam curling around me as I let the shower rinse away the last dregs of weakness. By the time I step out and dress, the fog in my mind has lifted slightly, but the weight of everything st
