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Break The Ice   Winter
The new room we were in was still thick with tense silence. The men who had once tried to kill me now kept a safe distance, their eyes darting between me and Gabriel as if I were suddenly radioactive. Except for the old man, who was now wrapping my pinky and index finger with a bandage. But even the way he looked at me had changedâ more caution, like he was handling something fragile and dangerous. Victoria burst out in guffawing laughter, the sound bouncing off the walls. I winced, both from the noise and the throbbing pain in my hand. Now she was nursing a glass of wine, pointing at Luigi with a smirk. âYou donât know what Tristan would have done to you. Youâd wish you were never born.â Luigi ignored her, his focus on Gabriel, who stood by the window, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. âSo what if heâs some Italian heirâs bitch? Youâre the damn boss! You canât let that control your decisions.â Subtract the undeserved insult, and I understood him. It was t
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Break The Ice   Real?
TRISTAN "I gave you two days off, and what do you use it for?" My uncle slammed the glass against the wall, and it shattered into a million pieces. "To find that fucking boy!" The dim orange light overhead hurt my eyes more than it should, and my surroundings were slowly becoming a kaleidoscope of colors. I raised my hand, staring at my fingers as they constantly changed in number and shape. My droopy lids werenât helping matters. So numb... but not numb enough. The intoxication was wearing off, but I knew I wasnât getting any more liquor if I stayed hereânot when the Boss had angrily hurled my drink against the wall. Going to Jade didnât yield any results either. She had looked at me with those same pitying eyes, the ones that made my skin crawl. "I hate it," the anger in her voice cut through me after we had called and it was busy. "I hate what he does to you." Her fist clenched. "Donât get me wrong, I love that bastard, but... I hate seeing you this way." That was... war
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Break The Ice   REAL
MYLES Throughout the journey back to the hospital, we rode in silence. Not once did the mayor turn to look at meâhis focus fixed on the road outside the windshieldâwhile mine remained on his back or outside the window. And suddenly, I felt it⌠shame. In the few hours I had stayed in Elysium, I knew more about my family and understood why Mum had kept it all a secret from me. I now understood why sheâd been so concerned about how I moved, what I did. But all those times, I remembered it grating on my nerves; I remembered the scorn I felt each time she did nothing about Diego. I remembered thinking Father would have done a better job than her if he were around, but⌠it was her all alongâthe reason I was still alive.My sight blurred; I had pushed everyone awayâeveryone who was concerned for me, everyone who was after my well-being. And I was still doing it: moving alone, making stupid decisions. How would Mum have felt if I came out of Elysium missing two fingers, or if I never cam
Last Updated : 2025-02-11Break The Ice   Locked Up
NICO At the top of the stairs, leaning against the balustrade, he watched it all happenâthe organ in his chest clenching so hard it was painful. The pain intensified as he watched Tristan leaning into the Latinoâs touch like he was life itself, like he was his own fucking breath. His grip around the boyâs ribs was so tight, Nico wished heâd press even harder and crush the brat. That touch... Nico stared down at his own handsâsoft, without the fucking callousesâproof of how little he had held a gun in the past seven years. And now, Tristan flinched away from his touch. His touch... The sharp pain seared past his chest again. Yet, the way Tristan clung to Myles, even in that state⌠and yet, he flinched. He should have known. He came with Victorâs strength. Of course, he came with his weaknesses tooâthreefold, even more intense. Let it burn. Nicoâs jaw clenched as he released his hold on the lit cigar. Let it all burn. It didnât matter anymore. But a hand snatched past him
Last Updated : 2025-02-11Break The Ice   Real(2)
TRISTAN *Youâre so damn heavyâŚ* I wasnât sure what had my lids fluttering openâthe bright light in this room that smelled too familiar or the feminine voice scraping at my nerves. My lips were dry, cracked, and when I ran my tongue over them, I tasted something medicinal. My body felt like I had walked through fire, my head poundingânot in the unbearable way when the voices grew loud and screeching, but like Iâd knocked it against a wall on my way to bed. My eyes cracked fully open to my room. The intricate design of the ceiling sharpened in my vision, the cold air caressing my bare upper body as the womanâs voice became louder. Christ⌠what happened last night? The last thing I remembered was tumbling down the stairs until I hit the floor⌠then⌠what? *Donât wake up. Donât leave me.* *Come on. Iâll take you home.* Of course, my chest tightened. Myles. I hallucinated so damn hard about him I could swear I smelled a whiff of his scent. Now, I was lying here alone, waitin
Last Updated : 2025-02-14Break The Ice   Thorns and Roses
MYLES The way he looked at meâit was as though he couldnât believe I was here, touching him. As though he was waiting for the moment heâd wake up from this nightmare. As though I was too good to be true. He looked at me like he was broken, and I was the only one who could fix him. And that scared me. Not because the future looked bleak, not because I couldnât trust myself, but because I dreaded the day heâd stop looking at me like this. Like I was the reason he still held his breath. Tristan made me weak. Weak enough to turn away. *Never stop needing me*, I wanted to scream. *Keep me so much it hurts*. But I couldnât bring myself to do it⌠âI donât believe you,â Tristan muttered, taking my hand and pressing it against his chest so I could feel his racing heart. âI donât believe anything you say. ButâŚIâll take anything you give me. As long as you donât leave. "Youâre all I ever wanted.â I tried not to shiver as he leaned in. The first press of our lips was slow, gentle, nu
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Break The Ice   Reassurance
"You pick up that call," he murmured, "and I swear to God, I'll kill him."A smirk tugged at my lips. "Noted."He raised his head to stare into my eyes, then leaned in, kissing the smile off my lips, trailing down until he nibbled the hollow of my neck. I caught my breath, drowning in his touch. In the back of my mind, a voice whispered, reminding me to pull away like last time, to let him heal. But how could I, when he looked at me like that? When I drowned in those soft grays that called to the darkest part of my soul.He fumbled against my zipper, hands slipping and digging into my hips, as if pressing hard enough would merge us and make me forget the phone ringing in the background. I arched into Tristan's touch, my back hitting the wall as his hands finally freed me from my jeans, but despite his ragged breath, he wasn't fully into it. More times than once his gaze narrowed to the buzz.His body stiffened every time the phone rang, like it was a nightmare he'd rather not face.
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Break The Ice   Reassurance(2)
I found the door of the mini bar open, and with a loud sigh, I walked in. Eros, who was raising a half-filled tumbler to his lips, paused for a second, then shrugged it off before he took a mouthful, wincing when it hit too much. "The Boss has been looking for you." I broke the silence. "Where have you been?" His lips twitched bitterly, neck twisting a bit to catch a glimpse of me, then shaking his head. "Quit pretending you care. It doesn't suit you." I stopped. Itâs his voice. It holds no malice, just exhaustion, like the sight of me is something he can't stomach. Even in the dim light, I saw it allâthe fragile state he was in. "Of course I care. You're myâ" "Friend?" He chuckled, dropping onto the stool and resting his forehead on the counter. "You were the worst thing that ever happened to me, Tristan." He paused. "I mean, my life was shit before, but you came in and..." "What the fuck are you saying?" I snapped. "I'm saying don't ask silly questions. Don't shift th
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Break The Ice   Appreciation
Hiiii. Blue Haze here. When I started this book, I had no clue where it would drag me â or how deep Iâd fall with it. The fact that my first step into this chaos found even a shred of success? Still shocking. But none of it wouldâve meant anything without every single one of you. The story isnât over. There will be a Book Two â and no, I still donât know if Myles is breathing or rotting (but if youâve made it this far with međ, you know hope is a dangerous thing). Thank you for the likes, the comments, and the Gems â they were the only reason I kept going when the story got too...loud. --- BOOK 2 SYNOPSIS Tristan Medici has two goals: burn his uncleâs empire to ash and stand once more on the rooftop where his entire world bled out dead. He was close. Too close. Until the news came â a revelation so impossible, so gutting, it made him want to rip apart the only person heâs ever truly loved. But that was then â when life still held a little innocence...high school. This is no
Break The Ice   Dusk
"...breaking news tonight from St. Augustine Hospital regarding the tragic death of the only son of a local worker. Authorities have confirmed that Astor, 19, fell from the rooftop of this very hospital late last night in what officials are calling an apparent suicide....âMore ramblings from the reporter on TV, words I can barely register. I feel like a husk, a husk full of nothingness... as though my soul had been snapped into two.El Refugio is a kaleidoscope of colors; I can barely see the Boss through bloodshot eyes. He shouldnât be standing this close to me, knowing what I could do.But it seemed as though he understood, for he had his goons surround my chair, while Al sits beside me, watching closely.It was Al whoâd broken the news, the first person I saw after I revived in that white, empty room that contained only a bed and the drip attached to my wrist.Ripping it out didnât hurt as much as it should. The excess bleeding didnât kill me. Ripping off the soft wallpaper and po
Break The Ice   Loss (2)
MYLES What more do you have to lose before you realise it isn't meant to be...Myles... your mum is gone... her heart failed and...'...You should have left me there, why do you have to bring me out...''I'm sorry.''...What are you doing...''Retribution.'I'm at the center of her ward, shoulders slumped, staring at the empty hospital bed as if she might still be here, and all I needed to do was just wait and soon I'll be hearing her voice...Carino, are you okay, Carino...But... she's gone.I knew it before the mayor said it. The way he had clenched at the wheel, his voice when he cursed, hollow and weak, with every word he dropped, it lost meaning.I should have sensed it sooner though, when Diego dropped all of those cryptic words before he pulled the trigger on his own self. It was all because of this.Retribution."Sir," the nurse beside me breaks the silence, the pity in her eyes looking at me frozen on the floor, "You need to get treated."I looked back at the bed, feeling m
Break The Ice   Retribution
*You first.*I shut my eyes. I think of my mum, Tristan, and Jade, wishing Iâd actually spent my time with them instead of hiding away like a maniac. Maybe in another lifeâŚAnother bang. I stay still, waiting for the pain to hit, but once again, it doesnât. Iâm still on the floor, brows knitting in confusion, listening to grunts, fists slamming hard against skin, muscle, and boneâthen curses. One voice sounded likeâŚDiego?I opened my eyes, and there he wasâmy stepfather, right on top of Connor. The gun was out of reach beside them, and Diegoâs fists slammed hard against Connorâs face. It hit me thenâDiego was a burly man, something I never really noticed before.Did he come to save me? Pigs couldnât fly though, so I had to be dreamingâŚâGet off me, swine,â Connor struggled, but either Diegoâs sudden rage was overpowering, or Connor was too dazed from all the beating.The gunfire outside resumed.âI told you,â Diego roared into Connorâs face, âI told you I was gonna get you if you dou
Break The Ice   Grey
MYLESNo way outâŚThe only window is barricaded with iron rods, ones I had desperately tried to pull down. But the air from the window gave me a clue as to where we really are â the salty scent of the ocean brushing past my nose.Thereâs nowhere to run to; the walls are thick. Itâs been hours since I was left here, without anyone coming to check on me. Every time I hear footsteps, my heart skips, waiting for the lock to shift, but thereâs nothing â just the sound of their footsteps retreating.Iâm still groggy, so after hours of pacing, Iâm seated at the far end of the room, watching the door, waiting for the last step Iâd hear before it all goes blank.I wrap my arms around my knees, shutting my eyes. Mum⌠Was she okay? Hopefully, the mayor was there and wouldnât let Diego move her.Perhaps sheâd be alright⌠Perhaps I should think of myself and not Tristan. But I canât stop â canât stop wondering if staying away was the right choice. And now, like everything that involved me, he was
Break The Ice   Loss
DOMENICO"Nico... Nico, what the hell are you doing? You know this won't work."Nico felt the cold chill run down his spine as the voice filtered into his ears, trying to infiltrate his numb senses."What do you know, brother?" he muttered, watching the smoke swirl up to the ceiling. "This isn't politics where you seduce your way into things."Nico stared at the city from his window. In Viktor's background, he could pick up the faint noise of traffic and his own car blazing down the road. He didn't need to be told he was being tracked.So predictable."Nico...""I can't get the memories out of my head." His voice was quiet, eyes on the light far away. "You used to drive so fast to get me out of trouble, arriving just seconds before I got my head blown off."Nico rubbed at his eyes, the silence on the other end of the line too loud. It settled â the ghost of another time, memories he couldn't even reach.He let out a small chuckle. "The bar fights, we used to do it together. Remember w
Break The Ice   Choice
TRISTAN "Where the hell is the Boss?!" I growled, slamming my fist against the thick glass demarcation. "You fucking tell me where the Boss is right now!" But the goon keeping watch only took a long look in my direction, shook his head, and walked out the door. My throbbing fists clenched against the glass. This⌠all of this was frustrating. Being dragged here, Nico ignoring me, throwing me into this compartment that felt like a damn asylum⌠and worst of all, not knowing how Myles was faring. All of it fueled my pacing, my yellingâdespite knowing no one could hear me. There was a telephone on the wall at my side, the only way to communicate with the outside. But in my rage and fear, I couldnât think clearly. Iâd tried pleading once, but the goons had looked straight through me, as if I were a ghost, before stepping out. There was no way to escape. This place didnât even have windows. Punching the glass was uselessâmy knuckles had already begun to bleed. I raked my finge
Break The Ice   Cold (2)
TRISTANThe phone pressed to my ear wasnât mine, but from it seeped my uncleâs voice. He sounded strangeâvoidâand with every word he spilled, it dawned on me why there were three goons behind me, pressing a gun to the back of my head. "Follow them peacefully," the boss ordered. My brows hardened and knit together, my eyes narrowing at the florist, who kept giving us nervous glances, but not once did she reach for the phone to call the police. They had warned her⌠or she understood the atmosphereâs language and realized it was better to stay out of it. "Cut it out, Uncle," I gritted out, the flowers hanging loosely in my hold. "Can we do this later? After I take Myles to the hospital?" There was silence for seconds before his voice came on again. "Look back at the car, Tristan. Do you really think you're in a spot to negotiate right now?" What did he mean byâ? Myles was staring at me, his jaw set, his eyes soft yet unreadable. Beside him, Jade was climbing out, her hand
Break The Ice   Cold
EROSWhat was there to look at? Nothing interesting at all. Just his father strolling out of his brother's apartment, expression sullen and knuckles dripping blood that wasn't his.Guess there was a limit to the incompetency love makes you take. Sometimes you just get to hit your favorite things even when it hurts you.He was curious what his reaction would be when he found that thing dead.On the fence shrouded by tall trees, Eros watched his father wipe the blood off his hands. Then, flinging the hanky behind him, he turned to two of the goons, barking out orders.Eros pulled his hoodie up, eyes still a little drowsy from his escapade at Tristan's condo. He waited... patiently... any moment now.The old man's eyes scanned the house one last time. Then his phone rang, and he slipped into the car with his men, and the car sped off.Eros smiled... this was it.With a couple of moves, face mask set in place and the smooth, cold steel against him, he dropped down to the floor, still shro
