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A Black House (2)
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{EDMONDO'S POV}**The door clicks shut behind me, and I don’t look back. I’ve left her inside, exactly where she would soon belong. Let her soak in the reality of what she’s stumbled into; a world built on blood, precision, and unrelenting control.I have bigger things to handle.Giovanni trails behind me like a shadow, his sharp gaze dissecting my every move. He’s waiting for me to crack, to give him a piece of my mind. But I don’t bite. Not yet.“She’s a wildcard,” Giovanni says finally, his voice smooth, calculated. “You sure bringing her here was the right call?”I glance at him. A humorless smile tug at my lips. “Do I ever make a wrong call?”“Not usually. But this one feels... personal.”I stop walking, turning to face him. Giovanni is taller, broader, but he knows better than to mistake that for an advantage.“She’s leverage,” I say coldly. “And you don’t get to question my moves.”He chuckles, low and dark. “Leverage, huh? That’s what we’re calling it now?”“Enough.” My voic
Last Updated : 2024-11-27OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Trouble Brimming (2)
{EDMONDO'S POV}**Suddenly Luigi rushes in a few minutes after stepping out to take a call. His expression looks like it's carved from stone. Whatever he’s about to say isn’t good. Why? Luigi doesn’t rattle easily, and that’s exactly why his entrance sets everyone on edge.“We’ve got a problem,” he says, stopping just short of the table where the blueprints are spread out.I raise an eyebrow. “Be specific.”Luigi hands me a folded piece of paper, the kind that reeks of old-school espionage. No phones, no digital trails. Smart. But the moment I see the handwriting, my jaw tightens. It’s from one of our men stationed at the southern docks; Dominic.I unfold the note, scanning its contents. The words are curt, but the message is clear.Bruce’s people know. And they’re coming. Not just for the docks or me. For her.The heat in my chest burns hotter with each word. So, this is how they want to play it. The syndicate Bruce ran before he ended up at the wrong end of my gun was always a th
Last Updated : 2024-11-27OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Agata's Swimsuit
{Edmondo's POV}**I’m not a man who dwells on mistakes. Mistakes waste time, cost lives, and show weakness. But right now, as I step into the room and see her standing there… her small figure shaking, her hand clutching that swimsuit… I know I’ve fucked up.I don’t know how she found it. My control room is always cleared after every use, swept meticulously by Giovanni’s team. No trace of anything or anyone remains. But somehow, this… Agata’s swimsuit… ended up there, and now Cara’s staring at me like I’m the devil incarnate.“Cara…” I begin, my voice steady, controlled, but I don’t get any further before her palm cracks against my face.The slap doesn’t hurt. I’ve taken worse from men twice her size. But this? It hits somewhere else. Somewhere deeper.“You bastard!” she spits, her voice breaking.I stand still, letting her have this moment, letting her pour out whatever she needs to. I can see the fire in her eyes, the anger fighting with hurt. Her tears are right there, trembling
Last Updated : 2024-11-27OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Just Like Me?
{Cara’s POV}**“You’ve got guts, Cara,” he says. “But you’re forgetting something. Actions have consequences.”I step back instinctively. The primal need to flee overtakes me, but the edge of the bed presses against the back of my knees. There’s nowhere to go. “Don’t you dare try to twist this on me!” I snap, though my voice wavers. “You… you had this…” I throw the swimsuit at him, and it hits his chest before falling to the floor. “You had my sister’s swimsuit in that disgusting room and now you tell me she was special to you? What the hell, Edmondo?”His eyes flick to the fabric now lying between us. For the first time, something shifts in his expression. Guilt? Regret? No… it’s fleeting, gone before I can name it. He bends down and picks it up and his fingers tighten around the material.“You don’t know anything about this or I and Agata so say less,” he mutters.“I know enough!” I shout. “This belonged to Agata. I made it for her with my own hands. My hands. And you just kept
Last Updated : 2024-11-28OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North She Runs Away (1)
{CARA'S POV}**I don’t wait for the door to fully close behind him. The second Edmondo steps out, I’m already moving. The air in the room feels suffocating, thick with his lies and my anger. My chest tightens, and I need to get out; now.I grab the first piece of clothing I can find, some oversized coat draped across a chair, and wrap it around myself. It smells faintly of him; wood smoke and leather. But I push the thought away. This isn’t the time to let his shadow consume me. I take off the heels and make sure my feet is bare. Staying quiet while running away is the smartest I can do.The door isn’t locked. Stupid of him. Or maybe he didn’t think I’d dare. Either way, I slip out silently, my bare feet padding against the cold floor.The house is a labyrinth, dark and full of whispered dangers. Well, and the weapons. The walls seem to lean in, and every creak of the floorboards echoes like a warning. I have no idea where I’m going, but anywhere is better than here.A distant v
Last Updated : 2024-11-28OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North She Runs Away (2)
{EDMONDO'S POV}**I’ve been too soft on her. That much is clear now. I gave her freedom, patience, and even answers. What did I get in return? A slap, insults, and the audacity to spit on me. And now, she’s gone.Cara doesn’t understand who I am, what I’ve allowed. I’ve let her tantrums slide, thinking they’d burn out. I thought the fire in her would dim with time. That she’d realize there’s no life for her outside my control. But now, I see I’ve underestimated her. I thought kindness could break her. But it seems she only respects fear.“Still no sign of her?” My voice cuts through the tension in the room like a blade.Luigi, standing by the door, stiffens. “No, sir. The men are combing the woods and checking all roads leading out of Trento.”“How hard can it be to find one woman?” I growl, slamming a fist onto the desk. The wood groans under the force, but I barely notice.“She’s clever,” Luigi offers hesitantly, though his words only fuel my anger.“Clever? She’s reckless. And
Last Updated : 2024-11-28OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Ingrid La Rosa
{CARA'S POV}**The sharp, acrid smell of something burnt jolts me awake, and I sit up with my little heart pounding. The dim room around me spins as I try to orient myself, my throat dry and aching."Shit," I whisper, clutching my head. Where the hell am I?I glance around the unfamiliar space. It’s small, barely furnished. And reeks of smoke. A charred pile of something sits in the corner near what looks like an old fireplace. The embers still glow faintly, casting eerie shadows on the walls.Then I hear it. My own name."Cara."I whip around, my pulse racing. Standing in the doorway is a young girl, no older than sixteen or seventeen. Her blonde pixie-cut hair gleams in the low light, and her wide green eyes lock onto mine with a mixture of curiosity and familiarity.“Who are you?” My voice is sharp, and I hate how shaky it sounds.The girl tilts her head, frowning. “Cara,” she repeats, like it’s supposed to mean something to me.My chest tightens. She knows my name.I force myse
Last Updated : 2024-11-28OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Black Eyes (1)
{CARA'S POV}**Moments after Ingrid's warning blur into chaos.I feel the fear radiating off her as she grabs my arm. “We don't really have time,” she says, dragging me toward the door. Her voice is low and urgent now. Ah, and I almost didn't catch the flicker of her green eyes meeting mine before she glances toward the window, scanning.. the trees?“Hey, Ingrid, what the hell is going on?” I hiss, trying to pull free.She ignores me. Her grip tightens.“Listen to me,” Her voice trembled. “I'm going to get you out of here. Just follow my lead, okay?”I want to argue, demand answers. But the thundering of boots on the wooden porch stops the words in my throat.The door bursts open with an eardrum-shattering crack, shards of wood from the door flying everywhere. Men in black flood the room. They make precise and lethal movements. “Don't move!” One of them barks, aiming a rifle at I and Ingrid.Instincts kick in. I step in front of Ingrid, shielding her. But she doesn't cower. Inste
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OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Sea Of Black
{INGRID'S POV}**The air in Italy is different when we arrive. It’s thick, suffocating, and all pressing down on me from all sides. From the moment we land and got into the car, I feel it in my bones.. like something is wrong.I step out of the car. The gravel crunches beneath my feet. My breath catches at the sight before me.Something is indeed wrong. Not because of the silence, not because of the way the sky hangs low and gray over Trento, Northern Italy, but because of them. Everywhere; black.I see a sea of black. Men and women standing in eerie silence with their heads bowed and their faces unreadable. The only sounds are the occasional rustle of fabric, a sniffle, the sharp bite of the wind against my skin. And then I see another; six men standing apart from the rest, wearing black suits but with blood-red hood capes.Blood-red. Is that a deliberate choice? Or is it a symbol?I swallow hard, glancing sideways at Mr. Giovanni, but his expression is unreadable. His gaze sweeps
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Italy's Ride
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**The jet hums with a steady vibration, a soft, luxurious purr beneath us as we soar above the clouds. The private cabin is dimly lit, a golden glow casting soft shadows along the leather seats. Outside, the world is a stretch of endless dark, pinpricked with distant city lights below.I sit comfortably, my legs stretched out as a glass of whiskey rests in my palm. Across from me, Ingrid is curled up in her seat, het legs tucked beneath her. She's scrolling through something on the new phone I got her. She looks up, catching me watching her and arches an eyebrow. “You’re staring,” she murmurs.I take a slow sip of my drink. “Admiring, bambina. That's the word.”She huffs but doesn’t look away. “That’s new, uncle.”“Is it?” I smirk, tilting my head. “I seem to recall a certain young little lady throwing herself into my arms just hours ago. Was that not you?”She rolls her eyes but shifts slightly, uncoiling her legs. “You act like you didn’t force me onto this plane
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North [18+] Uncle Dynamics (7)
{INGRID'S POV}**The swollen head of Mr. Giovanni's cock pushes just inside me, making me gasp and grab his shoulders. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight of his thick, veiny manhood held tight in his strong hand as it plays over my cute pink flesh.All the ways I imagined I’d give myself to man maybe in marriage or love relationships, it was never like this. Never like meeting Mr. Giovanni, losing my virginity while doing this with him, and doing it again.Actually, there was only ever one way I imagined loving a man for life. In a normal, average style, falling in love with a guy my age when I'm at least twenty one, kissing him, dating him, loving him and then we get into a relationship. The only way I believed my mother would want me to be happy.But with Mr. Giovanni, on his study desk, in Ireland not even Italy, in the light day evening of the day? This is better actually.This is sexier. Officially, I’ll lose myself to him even if not in the proper way. Even if he's actua
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{GIOVANNI'S POV} * * Love her? Now, that's a funny one. Men like me don't fall in love so easily. But it is strange that I so much have this overflow of urge to control this little one. “Believe whatever you want.” I press my mouth over hers in a searing kiss, and this time, she doesn’t have time to pull away. She melts against me, and as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, her lips part for me. I feel her sharp inhale that pushes her little swollen breasts against my chest. I break the kiss and glare down at her. “Just in case you were thinking something foolish, I’ll make this clear now. I don't fall in love. Maybe obsessed with you but I'm not sure. What I'm sure of is that there are too many out there. I don’t want to see you around other men, not even someone you knew before me. Or I won’t be responsible for what I do to you and him.” She arches her eyebrow, her expression challenging me. As always. But I'm growing to hate her feistiness. “Oh, really?” But I will
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{GIOVANNI'S POV}**I watch her from the doorway, unseen.Ingrid stands in front of the mirror, holding the dress against her frame, tilting her head as if trying to decide whether it suits her. The fabric spills over her arms like liquid, deep green, rich, the kind that makes her look older than she is. The gift had been deliberate. A test, maybe. Or just another way to remind her of who decides what she wears, where she goes, what she becomes.She turns slightly, checking the side of the dress, her expression unreadable. And yet, I know exactly what’s going through her mind. She wants to refuse it. Reject it on instinct because it’s too childish. But she doesn’t. Because, in some ways, she already understands that acceptance is easier. And Safer.I lean against the doorframe, waiting. She runs a hand down the silk one last time before exhaling sharply, setting the dress aside, and walking toward the door. I step away just before she opens it, making it seem like I just happened
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{GIOVANNI'S POV}**I make sure the room is dimly lit so my little girl can be comfortable. The heavy curtains are drawn against the early evening sun. I sit across from my bambi, a bowl of fruit in my hand. My fingers peel a piece of orange with slow precision. She watches me with her expression unreadable, and I see the tension in her shoulders; the way her fingers tighten around the fabric of her big shirt."Eat," I say, holding out a slice. "I want you to be healthy for me. Soon, I will begin hand-working those tiny tits, I want them bigger."She rolls her eyes but takes the fruit from my fingers. Her lips brush against the tips in a way that is entirely too deliberate. I ignore it. For now I always ignore her petty advances.Silence stretches between us. I pick up another piece, twirl it between my fingers before offering it to her. She leans forward, her gaze locked onto mine. The game she plays is subtle, but I’ve always been good at seeing through people. Always."You want
