The 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 took a deep breath, running my palm down my face.Luca.The way he looked at me. The way he touched me—deliberate, calculated.His words still echoed in my mind. Congratulations, Eli. Like I had passed some twisted test. Like I belonged here.I didn’t.But fuck if my body wasn’t betraying me. I reached up, brushing my fingers against the spot on my neck where his breath had fanned over. It was still warm. My skin still tingled.I should be thinking about my mission, about how I was closer than ever to bringing these men down. Instead I was thinking about Luca.His touch. His scent.His dominance.I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling inside me. I needed to shake this off. I needed a cold shower.Taking off my clothes, I carelessly tossed them in a corner of the bedroom, trying my best to ignore my lower region which throbbed with need.My member stood erect as the cold breeze touched my naked body, making me shiver. I walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower befor
The night's air was filled with the smell of rain and gunpowder. Outside, the wind howled, rattling the windows of the mansion.Something seemed different tonight. The air seemed charged, dark and twisted. It was coming from Luca. Ever since we got back from the warehouse, I noticed something different in the way he looked at Eli.I exhaled slowly, swirling the whiskey in my glass, watching as the amber liquid glowed under the dim light of the chandelier up above. The ice clinked softly against the glass, but it did nothing to cool the lessen curiosity burning beneath my skin.Luca had been gone for a while.Too long.I leaned back against the bar, rolling my shoulders back, forcing myself to remain still as all I wanted to do was run upstairs and see what was going on.A moment later, the door creaked up, breaking the silence. I didn't turn— I didn't need to. I knew it was him due to the way the air shifted.He always carried a dangerous aura that filled rooms when he walked it.I to
The sound of the bathroom's door clicking shut behind me might as well have been the sound of a gun shooting me in my face because that was what I wanted at the moment. My breath was ragged, my skin burning with the imprint of his hands, his words and most importantly… his control.I staggered forward, body trembling, trying to breathe but I couldn't.The air felt too thick, suffocating, pressing against my ribs like someone stepping on me with their boot. I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing down the bile creeping up my throat, but it did nothing to stop the voice in my head."Così bello... così perfetto.”"Voglio sentire di più quei dolci suoni, mio piccolo soldato.”“Good, just like that.”I gritted my teeth, clenching my hands into fists that were so tight my nails dug into my palm and drew blood. I welcomed the pain, it was the only thing grounding me.I had promised myself I wouldn’t let their influence get a hold on me and yet—I caught sight of my reflection on the mirror by t
The tension in the dining room was suffocating.The sound of cutlery scraping against ceramic plates felt too loud, the quiet conversation between the other men at the table sounded distant to my eyes.My focus was solely locked onto the food on my table, trying to eat by cutting my food into small, manageable pieces and chewing at a steady pace then forcing it down my throat.I had to act normal.I needed to act normal.Skipping breakfast wasn’t an option. That would have raised suspicion. But sitting here, across from them, pretending like everything was fine, like my skin didn’t crawl under their gazes, was almost unbearable.I felt both of them watching me.Not just watching, they were studying me.I kept my head down, forcing myself to breathe evenly. If I gave even the slightest indication that something was wrong, Luca would see it. Matteo would see it. And if they did…I clenched my jaw. I couldn’t let that happen."Did you sleep well, Eli?"Matteo’s voice was casual, almost l
Eli was a terrible liar.I watched him over the rim of my coffee cup, studying every subtle shift in his posture—the way his shoulders tensed just a little too much, the way his fingers twitched around his fork, the way his breathing was slightly uneven.My amusement was growing with every nervous movement. He was trying too hard to be normal.Poor thing.Matteo’s teasing had already done a fine job of flustering him this morning, letting him think he got away with it. Letting him believe that he was safe.Then, the moment he let his guard down, I reminded him exactly whose world he was playing in. I asked if he had left his room last night, something changed.Eli went rigid.No. I was in my room all night.A blatant lie. And yet, he had the nerve to look me in the eye after saying it.Plus, he knew I knew.I let the silence stretch, let him fidget under my gaze. Then I simply hummed and took another sip of my coffee.He swallowed hard.That was all the confirmation I needed.See, El
The moment breakfast ended, I rushed back to my room, locking the door behind me with shaky fingers.Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck!My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it in my ears as I dragged a hand down my face.Luca knew.He fucking knew.Maybe not everything. Maybe not the full extent of what I was up to. But he suspected something. I could feel it in the way his gaze lingered during breakfast, in that damn hum of his after I lied. It had been a simple question—Did you leave your room last night?—but the way he asked it, the weight behind it…That wasn’t just curiosity.That was confirmation.I had fucked up.Badly.I started pacing, my fingers twitching with the need to do something. But what? What the hell could I do? Luca was calculated. If he knew, he'd either kill me now or string me along, letting me dig my own grave while he watched with amusement.And Matteo?Matteo was worse.I thought about the way he teased me over breakfast, his voice laced with that dangerous,
There was something off about Eli Parker.I wasn’t sure what it was at first. Maybe it was how he carried himself—too restrained, too controlled, like a man constantly measuring his every move. Or maybe it was the way he reacted at breakfast, that heavy tension in his shoulders when Luca questioned him.I lived for the little things—the flinches, the ticks, the way a person’s body betrayed them when their mouth told a different story. I always notice them.And Eli?He was making the alarm in my head to go off.Luca suspected something, too. I could tell by the way he watched Eli during breakfast, like a predator toying with its prey. But unlike Luca, I didn’t just suspect—I wanted to know.No, I needed to know.So, I set out to unravel him.And what better way to test a man than through violence?*****The indoor, underground gym was quite safe from the distant hum of machines and the thumping of fists as they collided with punching bags.Eli was already inside when I arrived, he was
I never thought I'd be sitting in a living room with Ricci, watching a movie, and actually enjoying it. The atmosphere between us had shifted somehow since the carnival. Gone was the tension, the need for a mask. For once, there was no power play, no constant games. It was just Ricci and me, in the quiet of his grand living room, the glow of the TV lighting up his sharp features.I tried not to think too much about the circumstances that had led me here. If I allowed myself to focus on that, I might find the guilt creeping in, but at this point, I didn’t care. Ricci had been nothing but… well, decent to me in his own strange way. And for a moment, I let myself believe that maybe he wasn’t the monster I had thought he was.“Okay, I have to admit,” I said, my voice light, “this movie is kind of... fun.”Ricci chuckled, his gaze flickering toward me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I told you. I have excellent taste.”I rolled my eyes, but the
I reached into the box and pulled out more photos. A dozen. Maybe more, each one more damning than the last. They were all from the same night—Ricci and Eli together at the carnival. Laughing. Holding hands. The way they looked at each other… It was sickening. It was as if Ricci was claiming him in front of the world.Ricci and Eli eating cotton candy. Ricci winning Eli a stupid teddy bear.Each image is more damning than the last.My chest felt tight, a storm building inside me.Then my fingers brushed against something hard, and I grabbed it. It was a small, folded piece of paper with a QR code on it. No hesitation now—I grabbed my phone from the table and scanned it. A video popped up, playing instantlyIt was them.Eli laughing, head thrown back. Ricci beside him, smiling like a schoolboy. They were holding hands, spinning on a ride, sharing a soda, Ricci leaning in to kiss Eli’s cheek like he was something to be cherished. T
It had been a long, tense week. The kind that settles like a shadow in the halls of the estate and refuses to lift. Everyone felt it. The guards moved quieter, the servants looked down more, and even Luca—usually too quiet, too reserved—had gone stiller.I was in my study, watching the second hand of the grandfather clock tick painfully slow when there was a knock.The knock on the door was sharp, insistent. My body tensed instinctively, the way it always did when things were about to go south. "Enter," I said coldly, not looking away from the clock.I wasn't in the mood to deal with anything, but when the door creaked open. One of the outer perimeter guards stepped in, clutching something rectangular, wrapped in brown paper with no visible address. I spared him a quick glance and he looked uneasy.From the look on his face I knew it was something that couldn’t wait."Sir... we found this outside the gate.” He stammered.I raised an eyebrow, annoyed but
I wore jeans and a shirt. Nothing fancy. Faded denim and a loose white tee I found folded neatly at the end in a corner of my closet.The idea was simple: disappoint him. Underdress. Ruin whatever plans he had in his polished, twisted mind. Maybe he wanted to parade me around like a trophy or dress me up like a doll.Well, not tonight.I stood in front of the mirror, arms crossed, daring myself to argue. I still looked good, sure. But not Ricci’s type of good. No jewelry. No suit. Just plain, unremarkable Eli.Good.The door creaked open, and I didn’t need to turn to know it was him.I caught his reflection in the mirror instead—Ricci in all black again, slacks that fit too perfectly, a charcoal shirt rolled at the sleeves, and that glint in his eyes like he always knew something I didn’t.He looked me over.A slow, deliberate sweep from head to toe.And then… he smiled.“Perfect,” he murmured, the word thicker than usual. “Come on.”I bli
The feeling of kiss lingered.His soft, warm lips on mine, the taste of whiskey on his tongue, his hot breath on my cheek and his intoxicating cologne.I had come to terms with my sexuality and I knew that Ricci was a dangerously attractive man who seemed to be attracted to me.No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, it kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. Ricci’s lips on mine—firm, slow, unyielding—and the worst part? I kissed him back.My body betrayed me at that moment. The same body that flinched at the sound of Luca’s voice. The same hands that trembled when Matteo tried to touch me. The same heart that once used beat way too loud at the sound of Luca’s footsteps and the sound of Matteo's voice.Now? Now it was quiet. Confused. Still.I leaned against the window, eyes fixed on the large estate grounds outside. It was beautiful, in that eerie, silent way. Perfectly manicured gardens. Endless marble paths. Statues that looked like they had s
The amber liquid in my glass swirled as I tilted it absentmindedly, my gaze fixed on the monitor before me. Eli sat on the edge of his bed, his body tense, his fingers digging into the plush fabric of the sheets. He hadn't moved much since returned there hours ago, after I left him on the balcony. I could see the big storm in his eyes.He was thinking—scheming, perhaps—but there was no escape from me. Not anymore.I took a slow sip of my whiskey, letting the burn settle in my chest as I leaned back in my chair. The dim glow of his bedside lamp in his room could be seen through the monitor as it highlighted the sharp angles of his face, the stubborn tightness of his jaw. Even in captivity, even after everything, he still held onto that defiant fire in his eyes.And fuck, I wanted to break him.Not in the way I broke my enemies. Not with pain or cruelty. No, the need I had for Eli ran far deeper than that, and I hated it almost as much as I swam in
The air inside Don Ricci’s estate was suffocating, thick smoke, perfume, wealth and power. The party was a twisted version of the last one I attended, darker, more unhinged.I stood at the edge of the grand hall, watching as people moved around like predators in silk and velvet. Shadows stretched across the room, candlelight flickering over faces filled with secrets. It was a masquerade of pleasure, a place where power wasn’t just spoken of but tasted, felt,l and owned.Masked men and women were involved in a lot of activities around the ballroom that I was both intrigued and disgusted by.The scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey curled in the air, mingling with something more sinister—lust and seduction.And I was standing in the lion’s den, right beside the devil himself.Ricci stood beside me, always close but never touching. Not yet. He let me feel his presence, let it sink under my skin like a slow poison. Every once in a whil
It had been a few days since Ricci called, sending me into a rampage. Now, here I was in my office, drowning myself in alcohol as I was on the verge of going mad and this was the only thing keeping me sane. The Sharon sound of a phone ringing pierced through my thoughts making me sigh and run a hand through my hair before picking it up and answering. The moment Ricci’s voice came through the speaker, something inside me snapped. “Eli looks good here, you know. Maybe I should keep him.” My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. Matteo was watching me carefully, his jaw tense, but he didn’t say anything. He knew. He could see the rage pouring out of me in waves. The kind of rage that burned everything in its path. “You’re a dead man, Ricci” I growled into the phone. My voice was low, steady, but filled with a lot of venom that I wished I could flood into his veins,
The room was too quiet. Too luxurious. Too suffocating. I sat on the edge of the silk-covered bed, my fingers curling into a fist on the sheets, trying to ground myself. The chandelier above me cast golden light over the space, but it all felt artificial, like I was in a dollhouse—one where Don Ricci controlled every little piece. The door opened with a soft click. I didn’t look up. I didn’t have to. His presence was unmistakable, a slow-moving deadly force that filled the room, even when he hadn’t said a word. He looks too refined to be a monster. But I knew better. “You haven’t touched your dinner,” Ricci’s voice was soft but it sounded like he was still amused. “What a shame. My chef is world-class.” “I’m not hungry.” “Mm.” He walked closer, and I stiffened when he stopped just in front of me. “That’s a problem. I need you strong, Eli.” The way he said my name—low and seductive—sent an involuntary shi