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OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Lost Control
{EDMONDO'S POV}**I don’t recognize faces. Never have for the past six years, never will. It’s a curse, really. It makes things harder. People blend together for me. But you know what? I don’t need faces to read a room. I’ve got other ways. I can smell the tension in the air, feel it in the way people move. I hear things that most don’t even notice — the click of a shoe against the floor, the shift of someone’s weight, the breath they take before they speak. I can see things that aren’t obvious, catch the flicker in their eyes, the slight shift in their posture, the way they hold themselves. It’s all I’ve got, but it works. I trained myself to for six fucking terrible years and it's become a weapon.And when we walk into Bruce’s place, I can feel it immediately. It smells of smoke, too much cologne, and something sour — like desperation. The kind of scent a man gets when he’s drowning in his own lies. I don’t need to see Bruce’s face to know who he is. The air is thick with his
Last Updated : 2024-11-23OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Fucking Warzone.
{CARA'S POV}**Edmondo’s grip yanks me through the chaos. Gunfire cracks the air, sharp and violent, but I feel him more than hear it. His body is a steady pulse of rage, a force cutting through the storm like a predator with purpose. I don’t even know what’s happening. Not really; bodies falling, voices screaming.. but all I can focus on is him, dragging me, pushing me along in this mess I can’t escape.“Stay close,” he orders, his voice low, rough, like the ground beneath us could swallow us whole.My mind races. Why am I here? What’s this even about? But I’m not in control anymore. Edmondo is. His presence is an anchor, a storm in a human form, and I’m tethered to him by force of will and something darker—something that makes my pulse spike."We’re splitting up," he says, like it’s nothing. "Giovanni, twelve o’clock. Luigi, a quarter past six. I’ve got a burden so I'd go at three o’clock."Burden? What the hell does that mean? What’s he talking about? What's with the time telli
Last Updated : 2024-11-23OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North What's Mine.
{EDMONDO'S POV}**I’m not sure when it happens. One minute, I'm staring at her, watching her flinch. The other, we’re in the back of some van, the world spinning around us in ways I don’t even want to process.The gunshot's still echoing in my ears. The blood.. it's everywhere. And Cara's staring at me, like I'm some kind of beast. Like she doesn’t even know who I am anymore. Good. I don’t want her to know me.I slam the van door shut behind her. My fist is still clenched, the rage pulling at my insides like I'm about to rip through the fucking walls. The van jerks forward. I don’t even care where we’re going. But, I'm sure Luigi and Giovanni are at the front.I light the second cigarette. The flame flickers, and for a second, the dim glow is the only thing between us, between my storm and the world.Cara says something. Her voice, soft. Questioning. Weak.“Don’t you think that’s going to start a fire?” she asks. Her voice is cracking, like she’s not sure whether she should be ma
Last Updated : 2024-11-23OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Black House (1)
{CARA'S POV}**The van jerks to a stop, and I’m thrown forward. Yet I catch myself from falling onto the angry bird in front of me. My breath hitches as I glance out when the doors finally open.A black house. That's what I see next.It’s more of a fortress, really. Sharp edges, no windows, and a looming presence that makes the forest around it seem even darker. Though, it was late at night. The place looks like it was plucked straight out of someone’s worst nightmare.Edmondo is already moving, shoving the van door wider. Not like he was even fat or anything. He doesn’t even look at me as he hops down. He mutters something to Giovanni, who follows after him.They’re leaving me here.“Wait… Edmondo!” I call, but he doesn’t stop. He just disappears into the house, his silhouette swallowed by the shadows.The cold air bites at my skin, and I realize how ridiculous I must look. Barely covered, shivering even, with dirt smudged on my legs and arms. I wrap my arms around myself, glaring
Last Updated : 2024-11-27OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Black House (2)
{CARA'S POV}**Edmondo’s grip on my arm is unrelenting as he pulls me down the dim hallway. My thoughts are scrambled, the image of the man on that table burned into my mind. Every instinct I have is screaming at me to run. But my feet are glued to the ground, moving only because he’s dragging me along.“What now?” I manage to spit out, trying to keep my voice steady. It doesn’t work.He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even look at me. His jaw is set, his movements sharp and mechanical.We stop in front of another door.It’s different from the others. Painted black still, with heavy metal hinges that look reinforced. My stomach churns as Edmondo pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks it.The door creaks open, and I’m hit with a wave of... something. It’s not a smell, exactly, but a sense… thick and charged. Like the air before a storm.“Go in,” he orders.I hesitate. “What is this?”He grabs my wrist and pulls me inside before I can resist.The room is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
Last Updated : 2024-11-27OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Trouble Brimming (1)
{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 : 2024-11-27
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OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Cara Called? (1)
{GIOVANNI’S POV}**I shut the door behind me seeing to it that the slam echoes in both my ears and hers. My hands flex at my sides, my fingers tingling from where they had just been wrapped around her throat.She wanted me to hurt her. She fucking wanted me to hurt her. Punishment, hard sex... anything that would hurt her she wanted it.And for a second…. for one fucked up second, I almost did. I saw it in her eyes, that plea for something more than just words, something deeper, something that would cut through whatever storm was brewing inside her. And I could have given it to her.But I didn’t.I don't break little girls. Or maybe I do, but I don't want to break her. Also, I don’t indulge their self destruction. Not like that. Okay, maybe I do too but if and only if I should find interest in a little girl, which has never happened aside from Ingrid La Rosa. My jaw tightens, and I push the thought away. I move down the dimly lighted hallway. The weight in my chest is a familiar
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Twisted Signals
{INGRID'S POV}**“Maybe it’s 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 it’s 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 wouldn’t, now would they? There's nothing good or lovely about me or my life.”His 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. “You need to get some fucking therapy and work on your self and mind,” he says, his hands still gripping tight on my wrists.“....” 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
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Twisted Emotions (2)
{INGRID'S POV}**I feel him nudge me from behind so I move away from the space close to the door. He steps forward and keys into the lock, opening the door and stepping in ahead of me. I enter. I don't even attempt to shut the door behind me after I enter, only fold my arms like a spoilt kid who is being grounded.He finds the light switch as soon as I'm in after him. He peeks out the door, his eyes checking out the neat little hallway before shutting the door. This is definitely a hotel room. No, more like a condo. But it's... unusual. There's a handmade tapestry of a dolphin breaching beside a boat hangs above the bed, and a photo of pirate colleagues on the deck sits on the kitchen counter. It isn't exactly the kind of decor I'd expect to find in a… sort of hotel condo room. But then again, life is full of surprises, and sometimes the most unexpected places can become the most memorable. So, the lady always in a yellow scarf who fed me on the street for a month before she die
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Twisted Emotions (1)
{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 I’ve 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
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Twisted Ways (2)
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**I move. Silent. The door clicks shut behind me.In the mirror, I watch her freeze.Her shoulders tense first. Then her grip on the sink tightens, like she’s bracing for a hit.Slowly, so fucking slowly, she lifts her head. Our eyes meet in the mirror. Her pupils go wide, her throat tightens. What does she fucking know? What is she afraid of? Me? And yet, she doesn’t move.I step closer, watching the shift in her body. It's small movements, but still there. The way her breathing changes, the way her lips part like she wants to say something but the words won’t come.She still doesn't back away. So I move closer still.Her breath catches. She still doesn’t speak.She’s holding herself together, but I can see the tension in her arms, the weight of a thousand unspoken things pressing down on her. And I wonder, just for a second, how far she’s willing to push before I fucking break her to total obedience surrender to me.“Well, well, well,” I say. “I never expected to
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Twisted Ways (1)
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**She asks for her father. She says she's here only and only to ask me of her father. Does she know that he is a monster? That he and his empire tore the happiness of Trento apart once. Edmondo's people who are also mine.. some bled to death, girls raped, a few murdered in the eyes of their own children and loved ones.I wonder how pretty little girl La Rosa will look when it is revealed to her just how tainted she and her now dead La Rosa empire is. I wonder how her eyes will glisten with tears as she stare up into the malice in mine when I break it to her what Edmondo and I did to them in return.I wonder how much I can make her pussy stretch for me before she screams when I force myself into her again.Shit. That was random. I'm crazy. I'm a crazy old man. Haha.It's funny, looking around me at all the people in this blue hue room. They don't even have the slightest idea of just how evil a monster I am amongst them. So many idiots… living their idiot lives, havi
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North His Obsession
{GIOVANNI'S POV}**The ring display is full of light; fucking bright diamond reflections sharp like cut glass, bands of gold and platinum polished to a perfect gleam. Elise is to my right, examining a row of engagement rings with the focused eye of a woman who already knows exactly what she wants.I should be doing the same. After all she's my wife-to-be, right?Instead, my gaze drifts, tracking over the cases until it lands on a section that's further down. There's a different style that seems simpler, yet shiny and clear. It's a pretty section. My eyes skim over the sizes without thinking….. until I pause.Nine.It’s becoming a habit; assessing things that might look good on bambina, measuring them without needing to be told. I better not let it stay till it becomes old and hard to die. My fingers twitch, recalling something unbidden: the weight of a hand gripping mine in the dark of the bunker as I pound into her pussy. So small hands but steady and firmly gripping my shoulders
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Ring Store & The Clubhouse (3)
{INGRID'S POV}**“You don’t look like an Irish lady either,” he counters.I arch a brow. “What do I look like?”He tilts his head slightly, studying me. “Like someone who’s waiting for a reason to burn this whole place down.”The 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 don’t break eye contact. I don’t let Ronan think he’s 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.“Good thing I left my lighter at home.”Ronan 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. “Well,” he says, amused, “This is going exactly how I hoped.”I shoot him a
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Ring Store & The Clubhouse (2)
{INGRID'S POV}**“.....You could be useful if you have a taste for diamonds.”I scoff. “I do not have my tongue made for engagement rings at such a young age, Ma'am.”Giovanni doesn’t react. He has chosen suddenly not to react. But he gives an order. “You'd get down from the car, Ingrid.”Pfft!I grab my sling purse and step out. The ring store’s sign glows warm in the dimming evening, a respectable little place tucked between high end boutiques. Nothing about it screams it's related to an underground club. But that’s the point I guess.I push through the doors after they do. Inside, glass cases glint under soft lighting, rings and necklaces arranged in perfect, pristine rows. The woman behind the counter barely spares me a glance. She definitely knows why I’m here. To follow the rich ones around like a dog.The couples are lost, picking rich rings. Pathetic. No, I'm just jealous, and it's annoying that I am. I need to get them out of my view.I move past the displays and through
