Mag-log inShare
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Huling Na-update:
2025-03-23 22:41:17
Kaugnay na kabanata
Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN (ELI'S POV)
I woke up with one goal in mind.Kill Marco Vasquez.It was the only way to prove myself. The only way to survive. The only way to make up for my mistakes. The only way for them to like and trust me again.Matteo and Luca hadn’t come to me last night. It wasn't like I had expected them to do so after everything I had done but it still hurts.I was alone.And I would stay that way until I earned back what I had lost. I had to do this.I had to kill my boss.The problem?Marco Vasquez wasn’t just some low-level thug. He was one of the top officials in the FBI. He was smart, dangerous, strong and heavily protected.If I wanted to get close enough to put a bullet between his eyes, I needed a plan.And I had to be just as smart as him.I sat in my room for a good chunk of the morning going over a million plans in my head before finally settling on one. So I started with the first step which was the bait.I pushed out of bed, stretching the soreness from my muscles, then grabbed my burner
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-24Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT (ELI'S POV)
The gun was still in my hand as I stared at Marco Vasquez’s lifeless body laying lifeless at my feet, a dark pool of his blood spreading beneath him, soaking into the wood of the docks.I should have felt something, maybe guilt, regret or even fear.But all I felt was relief.I had done it.I had finally cut ties with the last piece of my old life and I was finally free.And more importantly, I was theirs.I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind me. I knew who it was before I even turned around.Luca and Matteo. They walked slowly and came to a stop. For a brief moment the night air was filled with nothing but silence. Luca was the first to speak. “Are you okay?”I blinked. It was a strange question, I had just murdered my boss and I ought to have been shaken but I wasn't.I finally turned to look up at him and said the honest truth. “I feel nothing.”Matteo smirked. “Good boy.”My stomach flipped. It was such a simple and effortless praise that I have been badly crav
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-24Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER TWENTY NINE (ELI'S POV)
The tension followed us all the way back to the mansion, clinging to my skin like a second layer. Every step through the forest felt charged, every glance from Matteo and Luca was filled with a promise of something that made my breath shudder. Matteo wasn’t subtle about it either. His hand rested low on my back, fingers playing at the waistband of my pants, teasing but never dipping lower. Every so often, he’d squeeze my hip, just hard enough to make me aware of his touch. Luca, on the other hand, was quieter in his torment, walking close enough that I could feel the ghost of his breath against my ear every time he spoke. "You're walking funny, Eli." His voice was smooth and taunting as he spoke. "Tired? Or are you already anticipating something?" My skin burned. I knew he was playing with me, but damn if it didn’t work. It always workd. Matteo chuckled, the sound was dark and wi
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-01Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER THIRTY (ELI'S POV)
We got to the wing of the house where their bedrooms were. The wing that I had been unable to enter. Luca scanned his thumb and the door slid open and we walked into the room. Wait. A room? As I looked between them I realized that they slept together. It should have been weird but instead, I found myself being jealous at the fact that they got to sleep together whilst I slept alone in my room. I had expected a room that just screamed luxury but what I was was a whole new level, it reminded me of the room in the basement. The bedroom was very big yet it still felt intimate. The walls were lined with deep, smoky gray panels, giving the space a sultry, seductive feel. A massive four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, draped in the finest black silk sheets that shimmered under the dim glow of the recessed lighting. Heavy, black curtains
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-01Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER THIRTY ONE (LUCA'S POV)
He was driving me insane. As much as I hated to admit it, that’s exactly what he was doing. Ever since he walked into our lives, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. I usually liked my men soft and submissive. Except for Matteo, of course—he was a wild animal. But Eli had been putting up a hard façade from the start, one I was now determined to break. I was going to ruin him. Seeing him kneeling before me, looking up with my cock in his mouth, was both heaven and hell. I wanted to fuck him, to claim him, but I knew I had to take my time. This was probably his first time, and he needed to be prepped before he could handle both Matteo and me. Even now, as I looked at his tear streaked, flushed face, I felt a deep sense of sick satisfaction in me. I loved his tear
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-01Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER THIRTY TWO (LUCA'S POV)
Grabbing my cock, I slowly pushed it in, enjoying the way Matteo's body clenched around me, resisting the intrusion at first, trying to push me out before accepting me, just like he always did. A low groan escaped me as the tight heat wrapped around me inch by inch, the sensation so intense it nearly made me lose control and cum right there. Matteo let out a strangled moan, his grip on Eli’s throat tightening for a moment before he caught himself, loosening just enough for the other man to suck in a desperate breath. But that relief was short-lived as Matteo resumed his brutal pace, fucking Eli’s throat like he owned it again. "Fuck," I hissed, grabbing his hips as I went all the way in. "I missed this." Matteo arched his back, pressing against me, his body trembling as he adjusted to my size. He was always greedy, always desperate for more, but I knew he loved the slow burn just as much as the roughness that would inevitably come. I rolled my hips, dragging my cock almost all
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER THIRTY THREE (LUCA'S POV)
The air was still heavy with the remnants of our passion— sweat-slicked skin, the musky scent of sex and cum clinging to the sheets, and the slow, relaxed breaths of three thoroughly satisfied bodies. Eli lay tired between us, his chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths. Matteo had one arm draped over his waist, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Eli’s damp skin. I leaned back against the headboard, watching them both, my own body still vibrating from the intensity of what we had just shared. What we had done. For a while, none of us spoke. The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of the sheets and the distant sound of the occasional guard barking orders outside. I let the silence settle, giving us all time to bask in the aftermath of everything. Then, finally, I moved. “Come here,” I murmured, reaching for Eli first. He barely reacted at first, too spent to move, so I slid my arms beneath him and pulled him onto my lap. He let out a small, sleepy no
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR (ELI'S POV)
The sun filtering in through the kitchen window warmed my skin. I could feel that I was different. Last night had changed a lot of things about me. I had never in my entire life imagined that I would have an intimate relationship with not just one man but two men. But now that I had experienced this, I had no regrets. My cock felt every tender every time I moved, a reminder of what we had done last night. A reminder of us. The heat. The pleasure. Everything. It was both intoxicating and terrifying. But ever since we left the bedroom and came downstairs, Matteo and Luca acted as if nothing had changed. They were back to their usual selves—Luca calm, calculating, and unreadable, while Matteo was wild with his playful arrogance barely contained. They bickered over eggs, talked business, but neither of them looked at me the way I wanted them to.
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03
Pinakabagong kabanata
Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE (ELI'S POV)
I woke up the next morning to the smell of something familiar.Bacon.And not just any kind, it was the thick-cut kind Luca always insisted on ordering from that small butcher outside Brooklyn. I didn’t move at first, just laid in bed and let the scent drift around me, half-convinced it was a dream. But then came the sizzle of eggs and the faint clang of a pan being moved around from downstairs. My eyes opened.It wasn’t a dream.I got up, showered quickly, and threw on a black T-shirt and joggers. The silence in the hallways was different this morning—lighter. I didn’t trust it.When I walked into the kitchen, I froze.Luca stood at the stove, sleeves rolled up, brow slightly furrowed as he flipped pancakes like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he hadn't thrown me into a dungeon not long ago. Like we hadn’t broken each other in every possible way.He turned when he hear
Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR (ELI'S POV)
The halls were just as cold as I remembered.The same marble floors, same glass walls, same suffocating silence. It had been three days since we had landed in New York and walked back through the dark gates of the Rossi estate, and not one of them had spoken to me.Not really, at least.Just a few words here and there—“you’re free to go wherever,” “meals are at seven,” “the guest room’s ready.” All formal. Detached.Matteo’s eyes had flickered toward me a couple of times when he thought I wasn’t looking. Luca had kept his distance entirely by burying himself in meetings, calls, whatever power play he had been running behind the scenes. If I didn't know them as well as I did, I would have said that they were avoiding me out of shame but I knew better.They were watching.Waiting.For what, I didn’t know.I had spent most of the days wandering around the house like a ghost.
Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE (RICCI'S POV)
The sun was beginning to dip below the valley when I returned to the villa, the warm golden rays bathed the villa making it even more breathtaking.The issue has turned out to be a minor one but took over a day to resolve and I was more than happy to be home and soon to be in Eli's arms.It was quiet— the type of peace and quiet that I usually craved and cherished after all the blood, movie and chaos but today, something felt different.It was too quiet.Off.Too still.As I stepped into the grand entryway, I called out. “Eli?”Nothing.My pulse kicks up.“Eli?” I say again, louder now.Still nothing.Where’s Eli? I wondered.Pulling off my gloves, I walked into the living room but there was still no sign of Eli. The bedroom? Empty. Bathroom — untouched. The sheets were still rumpled from the previous morning, the pil
Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO (ELI'S POV)
The car ride was silent.Only the faint hum of the engine and the crunch of gravel under big, thick tires outside broke the silence between us as they sped down the back roads leading us further away from the railway.I turned to look at the man next to me. Nathan. They had brought him into the car shortly after me, he would be treated and then sent back to America.This made me wonder where they were taking me to.Nathan lay beside me in the backseat, unconscious again, his breathing shallow but steady. The seat beneath him was stained with blood. I’d pressed my jacket against his side, trying to soak up the worst of it.Matteo was up in front, in the passenger seat with a phone to his ear, barking orders rapidly in Italian.Luca sat opposite me, legs crossed, his hand absently adjusting the cuffs of his coat like this was any other day. Like we weren’t running from a crime scene. Like they weren’t
Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE (ELI'S POV)
I kept my face calm, even as my mind ran through every possible way to escape. Every breath I took felt like I was inhaling poison—thick with tension and with fear I’d buried but never truly outrun.“I’m not yours,” I said quietly, jaw clenched. “I never was.”Matteo’s smile faded just slightly, the flicker of irritation showing like a crack in stone. “Then why are you here, Elias?”I didn’t answer.Instead, I looked past him. My eyes scanning the shadows behind the platform, the corners of the station, the windows above—anything. Nathan had to be nearby. They don't want me to see him yet. They wanted me to feel the consequences of disobedience.Luca circled me slowly now, like a wolf circling around the prey to be its next meal. “You always had that fire,” he murmured. “Even when we broke you in.”“You tried to break me.”“Hmm. We did more than try.” He leaned in close to my ear. “But
Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER SEVENTY (ELI'S POV)
The old railway station looked like the bones of some long-dead giant. Its frame creaked under the slightest weight as it was worn out and old, the iron rails were rusted and bent like fractured limbs. Fog clung to the ground making it more eerie than it already was, they moved around my boots like fingers trying to drag me back.Still, I walked forward.The cab had pulled away minutes ago, its headlight growing dimer until it finally disappeared into the night. I was alone now—no backup, no comms, no tracker. I didn’t even know how long I had been walking. Every step I took sounded too loud as it echoed through the quiet night. My heart thumped against my ribs like it was trying to escape.I scanned the dark.Every instinct screaming at me that it was a trap.And it was. No doubt. But it was a trap I chose to walk into.I walked around the outer wall, sticking to the shadows, eyes sharply scanning
Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER SIXTY NINE (ELI'S POV)
The phone buzzed again.My eyes hadn’t left the photo of Nathan Cole, bloodied and broken, tied to a chair like some animal that had been hunted and caught. His body language said everything—he was near the end of his rope. My throat tightened as I tapped the new message."If you want him to survive the night, come to this location."Another message sent a pin on a map. Rome. An abandoned rail station on the city’s outskirts.It felt like ice begin to flood through my veins.I stared at it, heart pounding so loud it echoed in my ears.They were really doing this. Luca and Matteo had him. And they were playing their sick, twisted game again.I rubbed my face, trying to breathe. Think.Nathan wasn’t just an agent. He was the only reason I’d ever made it out alive. When I was still Elias Carter, drowning under cover so deep I couldn’t remember who I was, he pulled me out. He
Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT (ELI'S POV)
The moment the terrace door flew open and Ricci’s man stepped through, everything changed.I could feel it like a sudden drop in temperature. A stillness that wasn’t peaceful anymore—but charged, like lightning had just struck a tree. The man looked like he’d run through hell barefoot—sweat dripped down his temple, he was breathing hard, his eyes were wild and a little bit haunted.He didn’t speak in English. The words tumbled out in fast, clipped Italian—coded, urgent.I recognized a few word from the conversations Ricci had trained me to understand over the weeks, but this wasn’t the usual “check the perimeter” or “bring the car around.” No, this was something else. Something serious.Ricci froze for just a second.Then everything about him changed.He grabbed his phone and his shirt in one swift motion, muscles instantly becoming taunt beneath his skin, his face shifting into that unreadable expre
Bound by blood and lies CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN (RICCI'S POV)
The night was unusually still.Even the crickets had gone quiet. The wind barely moved the olive tree branches. The stars looked close enough to touch, glittering over the coastal hills of Tuscany, bathing the villa’s terrace in pale silver light. It was like the whole world had paused—just for us.Eli was curled beside me on the wide terrace lounge, his head resting on my shoulder,a light cotton blanket draped across our legs. The stars stretched endlessly above us, brighter and than I’d ever seen them back in the city, it was beautiful. We were both barefoot, an empty bottle of wine resting near our feet.He smelled like sun kissed skin and saltwater. My hand lazily traced the curve of his arm, stopping occasionally just to feel him—solid, real, breathing. His fingers played lazily with the edge of my shirt. The skin-to-skin contact should’ve felt ordinary by now—but it never did. Not with him.We’d spent the day wrapped in a slow kind of bliss
