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OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North The Blue Room
{Edmondo’s POV}**The corridor leading to the blue room was as silent as a graveyard, just as I like it. I swipe Cara and the thoughts of her away from my head. I need to focus now. I take a turn to the next wing. Everything about this wing was deliberate. Cold. Unforgiving. Blue.The doors are reinforced steel painted in shades of icy cerulean and as I approach, they loom ahead. They stood like sentinels, warning anyone without a purpose to turn back. But I wasn’t just anyone.I was the Don. Don Edmondo D’ Avi.I stepped through the door, and the temperature plummeted instantly. It was the kind of cold that crept under your skin and dug into your bones.The blue room.This place was my invention. Torture disguised as order. Every inch of it was drenched in varying shades of blue: the walls, the floor, the furniture, even the faint, buzzing glow from the overhead lights. The glass windows reflected an endless sea of muted azure, and the table in the center was translucent sapphi
Last Updated : 2024-12-11OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Massimo Spouts Truths (1)
{EDMONDO'S POV}**My blood’s running too hot and I can't even feel the cold and sharp air in the Blue Room biting at my skin. I stop just short of Massimo, dangling like the pathetic piece of shit he is. Sweat drips down his face, mixing with streaks of blood, and yet the bastard still has the nerve to smirk at me when Luigi says the words he said.“You look like shit, Massimo,” I say, tilting my head. My voice is calm, too calm. That’s how I know I’m about to snap.Massimo lets out this wheezy laugh, the kind that makes me want to cave his face in. “Still standing,” he rasps, his grin widening. “You didn’t expect that, did you? The good news of your shipment and brother.”I take a step closer. If the heel of my boot weren't so soft they'd be scraping against the floor. I can feel Luigi behind me, stiff as a board, waiting for my command. “You think this is standing?” I lean in, my voice dropping.
Last Updated : 2024-12-12OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Massimo Spouts Truths (2)
{EDMONDO'S POV}**I stand by the door, my hand resting on the frame as the voices behind me slice through the silence of the hallway. I don't leave fully as I wait to hear the remarks Massimo might make.Not like I don't trust Luigi to give me the full information of whatever Massimo blurts out.. I just waited, perhaps he'd tell Luigi which of my brothers killed my men.Massimo’s voice is low, venomous, dripping with malice when he says. “You still… you still have those affections for him, don’t you, Luigi? You’re shit.”I hear Luigi’s sharp intake of breath. There’s a taut pause, and then he answers with a rough and defensive voice. “It’s none of your business, you know.”The silence is broken by Massimo’s snort, a harsh, mocking sound. “None of my business? You don’t think it is? You’re still his little pet, his lapdog, his creature. He doesn’t even ask you. He just calls you his dog, Luigi. How does that feel? To be love
Last Updated : 2024-12-12OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Fling & The Special One
{CARA'S POV}**Sitting in his room is getting boring. It’s a constant reminder of the mark he just created on my face. I need to walk around.Blueberries.The faint scent of blueberries wafts through the air as I step into the grand sitting room. It’s everywhere in this estate, but here, it’s stronger.The smell is sweet yet overpowering—nothing like Edmondo, who smells exactly like it. It coats the space with a strange illusion that Edmondo is here. Here with me in this cold, towering estate.For a moment, I think I’m alone with just the illusion of Edmondo. Then I see her.She stands by the window, her back to me, gazing out at the dreary garden with a few bottles of… something in her hand.Her dark curls tumble down her back, catching the faint light seeping through the heavy curtains. Her posture is poised but casual. Every movement is deliberate, like she knows she’s being watched.My stomach tightens.There’s something about her—something disturbingly similar… similar to Agata
Last Updated : 2024-12-13OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Jealousy Tantrums (1)
{CARA'S POV} * * Burn. I spoke savage to her and she didn't like it. She shoves the bottles into my hands with so much force that they clink together dangerously. Her face is a thundercloud, her eyes hard and cold. “Take them,” she snaps. Then she turns and storms out of the room. Thanks to her movements that are jerky and filled with barely restrained anger, I could tell my words pained her. I watch her go. My chest is still tightening with unease. Her energy was off compared to the white lotus energy she gave off the first time I saw her. This one was prickly, volatile and I could somehow tell this feels like more than just her usual irritation. She hates me. She hates every ‘fling’ she's ever caught with Edmondo. But, in my case, her hate for me is much worse now. The door swings open, letting in a sharp gust of wind that ruffles the blank papers on the desk. From my position by the window, I catch a glimpse of her standing outside. Talking to some men
Last Updated : 2024-12-14OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Jealousy Tantrums (2)
{EDMONDO'S POV}**It hasn’t even been an hour since I left. Forty minutes; at most. Barely enough time for the world to shift. But here I am, standing in the doorway, watching the scene that makes my blood boil.Cara.She’s sitting there, laughing. Not just a polite laugh. Not the kind of chuckle she offers to smooth over awkward moments. This is different. Genuine. Carefree. Her shoulders are relaxed. Her face is glowing, her laughter spilling out into the room like it belongs there.And with who?A fucking foreigner.Not just any foreigner… fucking Oliver. A man I brought here. My hitman. My dog. One of mine.My grip tightens around the gun in my hand as I watch them. He’s sitting across from her, smiling like a fool, leaning in slightly as if whatever he said was the most interesting thing in the world. And Cara...She’s letting him.The scene is very clear. But to me it doesn’t make sense. It shouldn’t be happening.She’s mine.Not in the way people are possessions; but in
Last Updated : 2024-12-14OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North I Think I'm Falling...
{CARA'S POV}**I shut the bathroom door behind me, pressing my back against it as if the wooden frame could somehow shield me from everything outside. My hands are trembling, my chest is tight, and the tears are already welling up in my eyes. I try to swallow them back. But it’s like holding back a storm.I twist the lock until I hear the faint click, but the sound doesn’t bring the relief I hoped for. My breath hitches as I press my palm against my chest. I am willing my heart to slow down. I can’t fall apart. Not yet. Not here.My eyes flicker to the mirror, and I catch a glimpse of myself: disheveled, flushed, and broken. The person staring back at me feels like a stranger. My hair is a mess, my cheeks streaked with dried tears, and my eyes… my eyes look so empty.I look pathetic.I shove myself away from the mirror, unable to stand the sight of myself any longer. The bathroom is too small, too suffocating. The walls feel like they’re closing in, pressing down on me with every
Last Updated : 2024-12-14OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North GIOVANNI'S POV
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**“Help my sister! She's in trouble. They took her!” She is a wild bull on the loose. Even with the strength of the drug we used, coupled with her frail appearance, it wasn’t easy to get her to calm down. But the girl has a fight in her; relentless, desperate fight. She thrashes and screams, clawing at my arms as if her life depends on it.Because it does.It takes everything in me to hold her still. Her screams echo in the cold valley behind the gates of Trento, where we found her earlier. She’d been shouting, frantic, begging for someone.. anyone, to help her sister. Of course, we didn’t know her. But we couldn’t let her loose. She was too volatile, too loud. She needed to be silenced.Finally, her struggle weakens. Her movements slow, and the screaming dies in her throat. The drug takes over, and her body goes limp in my arms. Thank fuck for that.I glance at her, really seeing her now for the first time and I notice the ‘I’ carved in rose tattoo. She's a
Last Updated : 2024-12-14
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{BONUS × FINAL CHAPTER} * * The first time I hear the fridge open, I ignore it. The second time, I hear the unmistakable clatter of a spoon against a plate. I ignore it.. again. I roll over, reaching for Carina and as I suspected, her side of the bed is empty. It's warm but empty. The third time I hear noise, I sit up, groggy and blinking against the dim glow of the kitchen light spilling into our bedroom. “Carina?” With that follows an funny, guilty silence. Then, a crunch sound. I throw the covers off and shuffle to the kitchen, where I find my very pregnant wife sitting on the floor in one of my old shirts, surrounded by an assortment of food. A half empty tub of ice cream. A jar of pickles. A box of cereal. A slice of pizza on a napkin. And, God help me, a jar of peanut butter with a spoon sticking out of it. She looks up at me with those big brown ey
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{EDMONDO'S POV}**Tomorrow comes fast. And it's morning again.The morning spills through the massive windows, drenching the room in soft gold. Outside, Vegas hums with life; cars weaving through the Strip, neon signs still flickering even in daylight, the distant sound of laughter and slot machines. But in here, in this bed, it's quiet. It's just us.Carina Morelli is curled beside me, wrapped in the sheets. Her bare shoulder is exposed and her hair is a dark tangle on the pillow. I reach out, brushing a strand away from her face. She stirs. Her lips part slightly and I pause, watching her. Before, love was brutal. It was a battle. But this… this is something else entirely.Her eyes flutter open, it's hazy with sleep."You're staring again," she murmurs, voice thick with drowsiness.I smirk, running a thumb over her cheek. "You're in my bed. What else am I supposed to do?"She shifts. She stretches her arms above her head, the sheet slipping lower. My gaze follows and she knows it
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{EDMONDO'S POV}**I am wide awake……and the world is too bright.Or maybe it’s just this city: Las Vegas, with its neon lights and chaotic energy, its crowds of dreamers and gamblers. The world is too loud, too open, too free. I used to think freedom came with power, with control, with a gun in my hand and a city at my feet. But here, in a five bedroom condo that is too small compared to my estate back at Trento but too big for just the two of us, freedom tastes different.It tastes like her.Cara moves around the kitchen barefoot, wearing nothing but my shirt. The sleeves are too long, the hem brushing her thighs, and she looks like she belongs in a life I never imagined for myself. Her hair has all grown out, the soft waves are now framing her face. I remember when I forced her into dying it black, then she cut it short. She looked as untouchable as she tried to be. Now, she looks… happy.Happier than I have ever seen her. The woman who once lived in black, whose eyes carried
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
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{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
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{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
