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{INGRID'S POV}**āPut your hands above your head,ā he tells me.I do, looking into his eyes as I obey.My mind turns to the first time I saw him when I awoke in here. I can practically feel his hands on me as he holds me down, the intense powerlessness I felt at their touch.I breathe deeply, calming the emotions that race through me at the thought.I feel his hands on my wrists, pushing them together. The tie slides around them, the same fabric as before caressing my sensitive skin. I feel as it begins to tighten and look up to watch.He binds my wrists tightly, securing them with practiced hands.I give them a tug, experimenting with the length. The constraint leaves me feeling utterly powerless, and I wonder at the spark that spreads through me at the thought of it.I turn to find his eyes. They pierce me in question.I answer with my own, my chest heaving in anticipation. I
Last Updated : 2025-01-13OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The NorthĀ Ā Ā Sex & Run (1)
{INGRID'S POV} * * Sharp, threatening voices wake me up the next morning. I stir from my sleep, waking up in a heap on the floor. I must have rolled over from the mat. My bones are aching from the position I slept in still, and I realize I must have fallen asleep sometime during the night. Wait. Hold up. I feel somewhere else too. Ohā¦yeah. Uncle. Uncle and I had sex. What's that pain? I look up to my wrists. The bind. The bind have rubbed my skin raw and my sleeping arrangement made my whole body sore and tense the more. Why didn't he take off the bind? But the most important thing right now are the voices. I hear them out in the hallway, deep and unfamiliar. And I think they're coming towardsā¦ here. I crawl into the corner of the room and pull up Mr. Giovanni's leather coat. He must have left it here after weā¦, probabl
Last Updated : 2025-01-14OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The NorthĀ Ā Ā Sex & Run (2)
{GIOVANNIāS POV}**So, I left her.It wasnāt like I didnāt have a choice. I couldāve stayed back with her. Hell, a part of me wanted to. But I just... I just walked away.She knew my name, but I didnāt bother learning hers. Why would I? She was just a kid. Well, legal, barely 18, so no problem there, right? Thatās how it goes. First time, one time. No strings, no complications.She wasnāt special. To me, she was just another warm body in a long, forgettable list of bitches. Names? Faces? They didnāt matter when you lived a shitty life as mine. So, in summary, thanks to my shitty life, I took what I wanted. When I wanted. And moved on.But damn. There was something about her.Not love or anything stupid like that; letās not get carried away. But there was this way she looked at me, like she saw past the bullshit. Like she could strip me down to nothing with just her eyes.It pissed me of
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{EDMONDOāS POV} * * If there's anything I hate about myself, it's the lack of patience towards bastards. I hate chasing ghosts. The Irish Consigliere; a slippery bastard, is the kind of problem I like to solve immediatelyā¦ with a bullet. Fast, simple, no bullshit. But here I am, trudging through this piss-soaked tunnel, hunting him down because my men couldnāt catch him outright. The underground reeks of rot, mildew, and something worse. Darkness. They all cling to my suit like a second skin. This isnāt where a man like me: The Don belongs, no, I should be sitting in the estate, drinking my scotch and celebrating the little blocks I've set for the empire I'm building. But ghosts donāt respect empires. They sneak in, lurk and poke around, and see how much they can steal before they vanish. And this ghost? Iāll make sure he vanis
Last Updated : 2025-01-18OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The NorthĀ Ā Ā The Irish Consigliere (2)
{EDMONDO'S POV} * * The bastardās trying to rile me up. And itās working. My hand itches to reach for my knife. But I hold back. Not yet. Not here. He surely didn't come here to hug but to attack. āYouāve got balls, Iāll give you that,ā I say, my voice is low and cutting. āBut balls wonāt save you when youāre six feet under.ā āAh, but Iāve no intention of being buried tonight,ā he replies, his smile fading as his eyes harden. āI came here to talk.ā Talk? āTalk?ā I spit the word out like it tastes bad. āThe Irish donāt talk. You threaten, you scheme, and you stab people in the back. So, cut the bullshit and tell me why youāre really here.ā Donnelly shrugs. His movements are quite slow. Slow like a poison but delib
Last Updated : 2025-01-18OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The NorthĀ Ā Ā Loyalty & Love
{LUIGIāS POV}**You donāt crawl back to Edmondo Dā Avi. Not after youāve fucked up like I did. And definitely not unless youāve got a death wish.I lurk in the shadows now, watching him from a distance like some pathetic ghost. I donāt deserve to stand in his light anymore, not after the shitstorm I brought down on him with Massimo. But I still love him. Iād still kill for him. Maybe one day Iāll even die for him. Thatās all Iāve got left to offer; a loyalty he doesnāt even fucking know is still here.The tunnelās cold and damp. This is the kind of place where rats thrive and bodies disappear. I blend into the dark like a goddamn phantom, watching Edmondo square off with the Irish Consigliere.Donnelly.Iāve heard his name whispered in back rooms and barrooms. The Irish Consigliere is a legend. A man with a silver tongue and an iron fist. Heās sharp as a switchblade and
Last Updated : 2025-01-19OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The NorthĀ Ā Ā Giovanni Ć Cara (1)
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**The courtyard is alive, alive with noise. There's steel ringing on steel, boots pounding against dirt, grunts and curses cutting through the cold morning air. Thisā¦ this is Edmondoās pet project. āThe Girls Guard.āHe swears by it, calls it the future. Says women are more dangerous than men when theyāve got something to prove. Heās not wrong. Iāve seen what they can do. And here they are, Edmondoās handpicked female assassins in training, twisting chaos into precision. Itās almost impressive. Almost.I lean against the stone pillar, arms crossed, watching as they work through their drills. Most of them move like theyāve been doing this all their whole lives. They are calculated. Efficient. Deadly. But one of them catches my eye.Sheās a disaster.Clumsy footwork. Weak grip. She fumbles with her blade like itās a goddamn kitchen utensil.
Last Updated : 2025-01-22OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The NorthĀ Ā Ā A Shadow
{EDMONDO'S POV}**What the fuck, Cara?Iām gone for two days, two fucking days and I come back to this circus. Iām killing myself holding this empire together; bleeding time, sweat, and sanity into it. And this is what I walk into?The whispers started before I even hit the gates. Cara and a man. Cara and my brother.At first, I ignored it. Couldnāt believe it. But then I saw her. Strutting into Giovanniās room like she owns the place.And when I followed?Giovanni, my goddamn brother, standing there. Shirtless. And her standing close. Too close.Fucking Christ.Iām seeing red when I storm into her room. I slam the door behind me with enough force to shake the frame.āCara!ā I shout.She spins to face me. Her eyes are wide, her mouth already opening to try and explain. Or perhaps, call my name.āDonāt you fucking say my name,ā I snarl, cutting her off. My voice comes out low and dangerous. It's literally vibrating with fury. āWhat the fuck do you think youāre doing?āāEdmondo, Iā¦.ā
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{INGRID'S POV}**The air inside the guest house in the clubhouse feels as stale as a musty basement, it's like itās pressing in hard on me. The walls are too close. The furniture, too still.Iām curled into a ball, crying myself into nothingness in the same room. I felt bad, but everything feels different now. And it's because of him. Because of his words to me.āIām giving you five minutes,ā is all he says in the end. That was all he said before leaving me here, alone with the weight of it.Five minutes for what? To breathe? To collect myself? Or to decide what to do next? That time was never enough and couldn't be.I press my fingers against my temples. My mind is a mess. My pulse is erratic. I need to move. I need to get out of here.I grab a dress from the cupboard. It's good there's one there, even if it's bigger and longer. And so out of shape.I leave the room quietly and the place entirely.The moment my feet hit the ground outside, the cold air rushes against my skin, clear
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{INGRID'S POV}**āMaybe itās because nobody will ever love me because of my past. Nobody will ever really touch me, no, not after someone else did. Nobody will ever let me know what itās like to have a man fall in love with me for all time when my heart beats for someone else who doesn't even care. They wouldnāt, now would they? There's nothing good or lovely about me or my life.āHis eyes widen on mine, and I see more than those emotions. Worse than hate or disgust. It's Pity. I see damn pity. It's directed towards me. And I hate that. āYou need to get some fucking therapy and work on your self and mind,ā he says, his hands still gripping tight on my wrists.ā....ā God I'm speechless. Really? Therapy?! What does he think of me? A lunatic? I have not lost my mind!He stares at my thighs, and I feel ashamed of them, so fierce in my pain. I have a low waistband on, which I made by myself because I feel bold wearing them, but he barely even notices. His attention is so fixed on my fla
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{INGRID'S POV}**I really am done with it. I am done with caring. Done with feeling. Done with living like some goddamn pushover. Maybe that punishment will really help in liberating me from this crappy stubbornness of mine and make me a better person that everyone will be satisfied with. Right?I mean, it isn't my fault I grew up to be like this, now is it?To the outside world I am a kid who should listen and be good, but my inside world is a pit of pain and memories of my lonely past. A pit of pain Iāve been breathing through in agonizing little gasps since I was a little girl trying to be good for people around to spear me some food, alms and some money. But now, I feel so fucked up, and used, and twisted with all these looks and words Mr. Giovanni especially throws at me. I've been hurt and is still being hurt by so much of the life I'm still holding dear.Yeah, I am done.And what is with all these? All these family shit, and more secrets. More secrets. The underworld, alcoho
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{INGRID'S POV}**āYou donāt look like an Irish lady either,ā he counters.I arch a brow. āWhat do I look like?āHe tilts his head slightly, studying me. āLike someone whoās waiting for a reason to burn this whole place down.āThe air between us tightens. He has a good sense of humour. And he just called me a lady, not some bambina. Wow. It's weird.The white haired man makes a noise; something between a laugh and a knowing hum, but I donāt break eye contact. I donāt let Ronan think heās got me figured out just because he threw out some poetic bullshit that happened to land close to the truth.Instead, I set my drink down, lace my fingers together, and give him the smallest, sharpest smile I can muster.āGood thing I left my lighter at home.āRonan holds my gaze. His own mouth twitches like he wants to say something else. But before he can, the white haired man claps his hands together, breaking the tension. āWell,ā he says, amused, āThis is going exactly how I hoped.āI shoot him a
