Elias Carter willingly walked into hell. He sold himself to the Rossi Mafia under the disguise of being a victim when in actuality he was an FBI agent. He planned on taking down the devil, Luca Rossi the Mafia boss, from the inside out but things take an unexpected turn when Luca suddenly becomes interested in Elias and so did his second in command, Matteo Marino. One saw something pure he wanted to tap into and the other saw something pure that he wanted to ruin. Elias becomes entangled in their brutal games, burning touches and whispered threats that set his body on fire. A bond which should have never existed, began to bloom. The truth is exposed and Elias is faced with two impossible options: destroy them or become one of them. Now, his past wants him dead. His future belongs to the people he was meant to destroy. And his heart? It was never his to begin with. He was now trapped in a world where love wasn't soft, it was war. And he lost.
View MoreThe gun felt like it weighed a ton. I could see the impatience beginning to crawl into Luca's eyes. Matteo on the other hand was happy about the position I had been put in, he found it entertaining.The man was pushed to his knees before me. He shook violently, his breathing becoming panicked and frantic. He knew that he was going to die either way but the question was whether or not I was going to be the one to pull the trigger.I had killed before but not like this. Not in cold blood.Not to prove loyalty to men that I had vowed to destroy.My mission. That's what I had to focus on.My grip on the gun tightened, time was ticking. My heart raced in my chest so fast that I thought it would burst out. My instincts screamed at me to do something — to move, to run.But I didn't move. I couldn't.Matteo let out a slow airy laugh then walked behind me. He was way too close for comfort as he pressed his chest against my back, letting his heat seep into my bones. His fingers trailed from m
I stayed in the car until my heart calmed down and my body didn't feel like a burning inferno.Fuck them. I won't let them get me caught and tangled in their web of lies and manipulation.By the time I stepped out of the car, I saw Luca talking to his men that were stationed around the building we had come to. It looked like an old, repurposed factory— such types of buildings were commonly known to be neutral ground for Mafia businesses. No camera, no recording devices. Nothing but blood and business.I could already tell that this was no small meeting.Luca motioned for me to follow them inside with a tilt of his head. Inside, I saw a lot of high ranking Mafia members of the Rossi Mafia that I had been investigating for months. They were all seated around a long, black table under the dim lights.I watched as their eyes flickered over to me, scanning me, sizing me up.I ignored them, playing my role as the perfect bodyguard.“Sir.” A man whom I had never seen before, spoke up.“Yes,
One thing I have come to learn in my story time at the Rossi mansion is that the hallways had ears. If your loyalty is doubted even for a second, you will join the blood of the people used to build the empire.The first step of my mission was to get in, the second was to gain their trust dn from the look of things, I was on the right track.So here I was, standing in front of the dinning table, my body still sore from my training session with Matteo. Bruises had become a part of me now, he always made sure to leave a mark like the masochist that he was. He left marks that wouldn't fade for days and always made sure to add new ones. I caught him staring at them with a sick, twisted smile on his face on several occasions.Luca and Matteo were like fire and ice. One made calculated cold moves while the other ripped things apart.And now, they were both watching me keenly.“You’ve proven yourself,” Luca finally said, his deep, soft voice echoing in the dining room. “You’re an excellent fi
This game. I was losing.My days usually started with brutal training. Matteo wasn't going easy on me— not that I expected him to. His strikes were always fast, powerful and relentless, designed to bruise skin and break bones.I took it all.I had to.But what I didn’t expect was the way he pushed boundaries. Teasing touch on my exposed body, brushing his hand against my member, sliding his knee between my legs and brushing his lips against my skin while Luca watches from the sidelines with a drink in hand, always.He was always watching.For what? I didn't know.And I didn’t know if I was passing.***After training one day, I was shoved into a shower but not alone.Matteo, who was drenched in sweat, stepped in after me like he owned the place.No. Like he owned me.Peeling his shirt off his body and looking amused by my reaction.“What are you doing here?"You’re stiff," he said, ignoring my question, his eyes flicking over my body.No shit."There's a lot of tension in his muscles,
I knew a test when I saw one.And right now? I was being tested.The underground auction was successful but Luca and Matteo weren't fools. They might have bought me but they sure as hell didn't trust me.Not yet.Matteo leaves against the wall of the indoor gym, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his toned, tattooed muscular arm and a silver bracelet that gleamed under the light.“Like what you see?” He asked, teasing.I ignored him, my eyes sliding over to Luca who sat on a sleek leather chair at the aft end of the room, watching us like a king on his throne. A glass of whiskey held in his hand as he swirled it lazily, he acted like he wasn't interested in what we were doing but I wasn't stupid.He was studying me.They both were."Fight me," Matteo said simply, cracking his knuckles.I didn’t rise to the bait. I knew what this was. A way to gauge my strength, to see if I was as dangerous as my fake backstory claimed.They thought I was a former soldier—a man who had been
Blood.The smell of blood and sweat was thick in the air. I was at the underground auction house which was hot due to the packed bodies. Low murmurs could be heard coming from the dimly lit chamber outside as their victims were being paraded to be auctioned off.I was one of them.Standing there, bruised, shackled, thirsty and shirtless.My wrists were bound in thick iron cuffs that dug into my skin. There was a cut on my lip that bled and made it painful for me to lick it, a victory mark from the handler I had fought because he thought he could try to break me before that auction.A slow smirk crept up my face but I quickly wiped it away, casting my eyes down as I focused on the mission. The crowd outside were cheering. Predators, all of them.My heart pounded as it got to my turn. The auctioneer silenced the crowd with a wave of his hand then began, "Up next, we have something...special." He grinned. "Eli. He's ex-military. Disgraced, abandoned, left to rot by his own family after p
Pain.It wasn't the kind that faded with time.It was a deep, raw and utterly ripping kind. The type that seeped so deep into your skin then settled in your bones. The kind that alters your brain chemistry and makes you question your own sanity.That was how I felt right now, shackled in the cold, hard dimly lit basement. I had expected this, planned for this.But nothing had prepared me for them.The door creaked open and the thick scent of colony and gunpowder that could only belong to one man filtered into the room. Slow deliberate footsteps echoed against the stone floor. I didn't lift my head, I didn't need to because I already knew who it was..Luca Rossi.The man I had been sent to destroy.The man who now owned me.“Still breathing?” His voice was as smooth as silk yet as sharp as steel as it carried authority.The metal cuffs dug into my wrists, it kept digging further into my already raw wrist, blood dripping lazily down my arm. My shirt was gone as well— it had been ripped
Pain.It wasn't the kind that faded with time.It was a deep, raw and utterly ripping kind. The type that seeped so deep into your skin then settled in your bones. The kind that alters your brain chemistry and makes you question your own sanity.That was how I felt right now, shackled in the cold, hard dimly lit basement. I had expected this, planned for this.But nothing had prepared me for them.The door creaked open and the thick scent of colony and gunpowder that could only belong to one man filtered into the room. Slow deliberate footsteps echoed against the stone floor. I didn't lift my head, I didn't need to because I already knew who it was..Luca Rossi.The man I had been sent to destroy.The man who now owned me.“Still breathing?” His voice was as smooth as silk yet as sharp as steel as it carried authority.The metal cuffs dug into my wrists, it kept digging further into my already raw wrist, blood dripping lazily down my arm. My shirt was gone as well— it had been ripped ...
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