LOGINShare
Loyalty & Love
Last Updated:
2025-01-19 12:00:53{LUIGI’S POV}
**You don’t crawl back to Edmondo D’ Avi. Not after you’ve fucked up like I did. And definitely not unless you’ve got a death wish.I lurk in the shadows now, watching him from a distance like some pathetic ghost. I don’t deserve to stand in his light anymore, not after the shitstorm I brought down on him with Massimo.But I still love him.I’d still kill for him.Maybe one day I’ll even die for him.That’s all I’ve got left to offer; a loyalty he doesn’t even fucking know is still here.The tunnel’s 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.I’ve 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. He’s sharp as a switchblade and
Related chapters
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Giovanni × 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. This… this is Edmondo’s pet project. ‘The Girls Guard.’He swears by it, calls it the future. Says women are more dangerous than men when they’ve got something to prove. He’s not wrong. I’ve seen what they can do. And here they are, Edmondo’s handpicked female assassins in training, twisting chaos into precision. It’s almost impressive. Almost.I lean against the stone pillar, arms crossed, watching as they work through their drills. Most of them move like they’ve been doing this all their whole lives. They are calculated. Efficient. Deadly. But one of them catches my eye.She’s a disaster.Clumsy footwork. Weak grip. She fumbles with her blade like it’s a goddamn kitchen utensil.
Last Updated : 2025-01-22OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Shadow
{EDMONDO'S POV}**What the fuck, Cara?I’m gone for two days, two fucking days and I come back to this circus. I’m 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. Couldn’t believe it. But then I saw her. Strutting into Giovanni’s 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.I’m seeing red when I storm into her room. I slam the door behind me with enough force to shake the frame.“Cara!” I shout.She spins to face me. Her eyes are wide, her mouth already opening to try and explain. Or perhaps, call my name.“Don’t you fucking say my name,” I snarl, cutting her off. My voice comes out low and dangerous. It's literally vibrating with fury. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”“Edmondo, I….”
Last Updated : 2025-01-22OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Fearful News
{CARA’S POV}**The air feels like it’s been sucked out of the room. My chest tightens as the shadow steps forward, slow and deliberate.I glance back at Edmondo who's still hunched in the corner. His pipe smolders between his fingers. His eyes are locked on the figure, his expression is unreadable. But there’s something dark simmering beneath the surface.I turn back to the shadow, my pulse hammering in my ears.“Who…” My voice cracks and suddenly I hate how small I sound. I straighten, forcing strength into my words. “Who the hell are you?”The figure steps into the dim light and my stomach drops. It’s a man, tall and broad-shouldered. His face is partially obscured by the brim of a hat. He’s dressed like he just walked out of a funeral; black suit, black gloves, black everything.“Evening,” he says, his voice calm. It's almost casual. But there’s an edge to it; a quiet menace that makes my skin crawl.“What the fuck is this?” Edmondo growls, pushing himself off the wall. He stumbl
Last Updated : 2025-01-22OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Giovanni × Cara (2)
{CARA’S POV}**I’ve been staring at the same four walls for two days. Two long, suffocating days. Edmondo left without much of a word. And in his absence, I’ve confined myself here. Not because he told me to, he didn’t. But because I know he’d want me to.He’s been... different. His shoulders sag under a weight I can’t see and his once sharp presence feels dulled. Worn. His patience has thinned to a dangerous thread and every glance, every word between us, carries an edge that wasn’t there before.And it’s not just stress. He’s shrinking. Somehow. Not in stature. But in spirit. Like the walls of this life are closing in on him, carving away pieces of who he used to be.I don’t want to give him another reason to snap. I’ve stayed here, alone, to prove something to him; that he doesn’t need to worry about me. That I’m not going anywhere. That I’m not meeting anyone.But maybe I’m wrong.
Last Updated : 2025-01-23OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Maybe I Am Losing It
{EDMONDO’S POV}**The room smells like sweat and dust. And when I step in, I don’t know what pisses me off more: the gun on the table or the fact that Cara’s here at all.“Giovanni,” I say, my voice sharp and heavy, like the crack of a whip.He doesn’t flinch. Of course, he doesn’t. He’s too used to my tone, too sure of himself to care. But I see it; the slight tick in his jaw, the faint flicker in his eyes as he slowly turns to face me.“Mondo,” he replies, calm and collected.Cara is frozen between us. Her hand hovers over the gun like a kid caught stealing candy. She doesn’t dare look at me. But I can feel her tension radiating across the room.I step closer, my boots grinding against the floor. “What the fuck is this?”Giovanni shrugs, leaning lazily against the table. “A little test.”“A test,” I repeat, my tone low and deadly. “For what?”“To see if she’s as loyal as you think she i
Last Updated : 2025-01-24OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Even If It Kills Me
{GIOVANNI’S POV}**The sound of her footsteps outside my room is unmistakable. Light and hesitant. Like she’s unsure whether to knock or turn back. I can already picture her standing there, probably biting her lip and wringing her hands like a guilty child.That I learnt from Edmondo; how to study someone new in two meetings.I let her stew in her indecision. I could get up and open the door, but why make it easy for her? She’s the one who wants to talk. She should at least work for it.Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the soft knock comes.“Come in,” I say, my voice flat.The door creaks open. And there she is, standing in the doorway like she’s walking into an ambush. Her eyes dart around the room before they settle on me. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, a glass of whiskey in one hand and the other resting on my knee.“Giovanni,” she starts, her voice barely above a whi
Last Updated : 2025-01-24OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Protect Edmondo
{CARA'S POV} * * I don’t know what I’m doing. My legs won’t stop moving. Giovanni’s words churn in my head and it's louder with every step I take. “Edmondo is a ticking bomb. He might lose his mind. He might die.” What kind of thing is that to say? Why did he tell me that? To scare me? To warn me? Is that true? I shove my hair back from my face. My breathing is uneven as I pace the halls of Edmondo's estate. The walls here feel like they’re closing in and trapping me with all the things I don’t want to think about. I try to tell myself I’m not looking for Edmondo. I’m just... restless. It’s not like I’ll find him here. He’s probably left by now. Probably. That's why I'm searching for him now. But I don't see him. There's only the silence he’s left behind, and it's unbearable. Giovanni doesn't even bother to stop me and assure me Edmondo w
Last Updated : 2025-01-25OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Moulding In His Dark Shadow (1)
{CARA'S POV}**It’s been a week since Giovanni told me the truth about Edmondo; his darkness, his ticking brain, his inevitable collapse. A week since those words started haunting me.I’d thought Edmondo being gone would give me some relief, some space to breathe. But his absence only sharpens the silence in the house. It’s suffocating. I feel it in the air, the way the walls seem closer together, the way shadows stretch longer. Darker.Giovanni has been around. But he’s no comfort. He’s like a storm cloud, brewing and waiting to explode. Every glance he throws my way feels loaded, but with what? Disdain? Judgment? Pity? I can’t tell, and I don’t ask.Tonight, the house feels particularly empty. Hollow. Like it’s holding its breath. Giovanni finds me sitting on the edge of the staircase, staring at nothing.“You,” he calls, his voice sharp like a whip.I look up, startled. His expressi
Last Updated : 2025-01-25
Latest chapter
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Don't Change
{INGRID'S POV}**The air inside the guest house in the clubhouse feels as stale as a musty basement, it's like it’s pressing in hard on me. The walls are too close. The furniture, too still.I’m 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.‘I’m giving you five minutes,’ 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
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
