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OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North For Better, For Worse.
{EDMONDO'S POV}**Trust me, if I ever lie to the world, I wouldn’t to myself.All I want is to hear her say my name. After hearing her call her father’s name like she’s some fucking robot programmed to, I’m jealous.When I chose to capture her days ago, I thought she’d arrive, I’d fuck her, then torture her until she was close to death. After that, I’d slowly kill both her and her precious papá, who, in her eyes, can do no wrong. But now…Everything’s changed.Now, all I want is to delve into her mind. To learn how a woman so young and shrouded in the darkness of our world can be so…innocent. Yes, surviving in our world as syndicates hasn’t been kind to many of us. But in her short life, she’s far too fragile at heart compared to her rough, scarred body.I hope she finds the picture of her sister, Agata, in the glassy clothes cupboard. I wanted to tell her everything I know about her fucking dipshit of a father, bu
Last Updated : 2024-11-23OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Suspicion.
{Edmondo’s POV}**"Ensure nothing leaves that corridor," I say, my tone deliberate and sharp. "No rumors, no whispers, no shadows. If anyone so much as breathes differently—""I'll handle it," Giovanni interrupts, nodding once.For a moment, I let the silence stretch. I study him; faint lines etched around his mouth, the tension in his jaw. Loyalty is one thing; trust is another."Good," I finally say, leaning back in my chair. "Go. I expect updates by tomorrow on the La Rosas."He hesitates, fingers brushing the edge of the desk. "Are you sure about…" He trails off, leaving the question incomplete, dangling in the thick air.I narrow my eyes. "If you have doubts, Giovanni, fucking speak now."He clears his throat, straightening. "No doubts. Just confirming we're clear on the objectives.""Crystal clear," I reply, the coldness in my voice ending the conversation.With a final nod, he turns and leaves, the door clicking shut behind him. Silence follows.I lean back in my chair, my la
Last Updated : 2024-11-23OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Bound To Him
{CARA'S POV}**“Huh?” I raise my brow in utter disbelief of what I'm seeing in the fragile paper between my fingers. It is a prescription slip from a doctor. It's harmless at a glance, but at the bottom, scrawled in precise, deliberate letters, is the name: Edmondo D’ Avi.My stomach churns. This prescription slip feels like a key to a locked door. A secret door meant to be hidden from every eye, yet I don’t know if I want to open it. What's really going on with Edmondo? Is he sick? Sick, that he had to see an optician?The sharp creak of the door snapping open wrenches me out of my thoughts.And there he is.Edmondo.He strides in, his movements deliberate, his tailored suit framing the menace he exudes. His presence transforms the room into a cage. The air feels colder, sharper, as his icy gaze locks onto the paper in my hand. He doesn’t speak at first. He doesn’t need to.With two steps, he closes the distance between us. His hand darts out, snatching the paper from me before I
Last Updated : 2024-11-23OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North It Also Binds Me To Her
{Edmondo's POV}**I toss her chin away like she’s nothing more than a plague, refusing to let her see the conflict brewing inside me. Her defiance is amusing, even enticing, but it’s also dangerous. I have to keep her in line, keep her beneath me, or risk her discovering truths that could ruin everything.“Prepare yourself,” I say sharply. My voice is cold, calculated. “Wash yourself. If you need assistance, let Madame Margarita know. She’s just an intercom away.”I point to the sleek device on the wall, ensuring she sees it before I add, “I need you clean and sparkly before tonight. That’s why I haven’t shot you yet. Or,” I pause deliberately, letting my gaze linger on her trembling lips, “fucked your brains out, just yet.”The way her breath catches makes something inside me twist. Satisfaction or shame, I’m not sure. I don’t wait for her response. I can’t.I turn on my heel and leave, slamming the door behind me.The hallway stretches before me, dim and endless. My steps echo ag
Last Updated : 2024-11-23OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North A Native Man, Luigi.
{CARA'S POV}**I stare at myself in the mirror and the sight of myself is disgusting to me. I mean, what the hell is this?My skin feels like it's suffocating under the tight, barely-there leather that's supposed to be clothes. The boots. So high. They make me feel taller, but they also make me feel like I'm walking on sharp glasses.My legs are exposed. Too exposed. I can barely breathe under this constricting outfit; these leather straps that digging to my skin, leaving marks I'll never be able to erase. This isn't me. This can't be me. I've never worn anything like this in my life. Hell, I've never wanted to wear anything like this. Papa would never want this. He wouldn't even let me look at something like this, let alone where it. But here I am, dressing in... this.They weren't clothes. They were... strings. Like something of a dirty street corner. I'd seen girls like this before, the ones papa used sometimes to distract men. They weren't even real women. They were whores,
Last Updated : 2024-11-23OATHBOUND: 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 : 2024-11-23
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OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North It's blurry. Worse, It's Blank!
{EDMONDO'S POV}**I slam the door behind me as I walk into my study. I feel the tension in my body, the way the air seems thick with the pressure that has been building up in my skull for hours. My head is pounding like a motherfucker. It's a constant, mind-numbing rhythm that doesn’t stop. It’s like there’s a hammer inside, banging away, relentless and unforgiving.“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse to myself, my voice low and ragged. My eyes burn, sore and raw from whatever the hell is happening to me. I feel like I’m losing my grip on everything… everything.I drop into the chair behind my desk, burying my face in my hands. I'm trying to steady my breathing. But it’s no use. The dizziness, the blur of faces; it’s getting worse.The men who followed me in those two SUVs; those faces, their fucking faces... they’re gone. No, not gone. Blank. Like someone erased them from existence.
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Father To Son (2)
{EDMONDO'S POV}**My father’s eyes narrow as he leans back in his seat, the leather groaning under his weight. He adjusts his tie with slow precision, as if trying to keep the words boiling inside him from spilling out. But eventually, he let loose.“Edmondo, can you just… fuck’s sake, he’s your brother. Okay? No matter what, he’s your goddamn brother,” he snap, his voice edging with frustration.I laugh bitterly, shaking my head. “My brother? My fucking brother?” I lean forward to growl. “You fucking know what he did. Or are you going senile, old man? Giordano wouldn’t have been able to flee without me knowing… unless someone good helped him. And, hell, I can as well track him down. Let’s get that shit straight.”Father rubs his temples. He's visibly irritated. “I know you, Edmundo,” he says, his voice going softer but still carrying that weight of authority. “I gave birth to you. You’re my son. It’s my fuc
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Father To Son (1)
{EDMONDO’S POV}**The door shuts behind me with a soft click, and I finally exhale, dragging a hand through my hair. The tension of that moment still clings to me, but at least it’s over. For now. I told her the truth, or at least most of it. Fuck, I hope she doesn’t dig deeper. She’s smart, too fucking smart for her own good, and if she finds out everything before I’m ready to tell her…I shake the thought from my head as Donatello falls into step beside me. He looks at me like he’s been waiting for something. His silence grates on my nerves.“Christ, Donnie, you couldn’t have waited five goddamn minutes?” I growl, keeping my voice low but sharp.“You seemed busy,” he says without apology, his tone deadpan. “But it couldn’t wait. Your father’s back. He wants to see you.”That stops me cold. My father. That bastard. “He’s back already? What the fuck? You just brought word that he was
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Don't Do Anything Stupid, Cara (8)
{CARA'S POV}**No wonder the bitch, Agata, always traveled, saying she was going to do Papà's bidding. She came instead to the North to fuck with Edmondo.No wonder she had me make that swimsuit for her. Even Papà was against us wearing such things that'd make us qualified as ladies. The bitch wanted Edmondo to fuck her in that attire. Or did they go on a swimming vacation?No wonder she came to me most times with shoes, make-ups, revealing clothes. It was all Edmondo gave her. She couldn't hide it because she stays with Papà in the estate so, she brought it to me, who stayed far away from them.Bitch!!!!Dead bitch!!!!Why was I angry at her though? It's not a crime to be discreet or… to fall in… wait, did she fall in love with Edmondo? Edmundo’s soften voice that sounds like twisted kind of tenderness breaks my thoughts. “He blamed me for it. But the truth, Cara... the truth is, your father ma
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Don't Do Anything Stupid, Cara (7)
{CARA'S POV}**Everything is starting to fall into place. The chaos in my mind is organizing itself into something coherent. It’s not even a puzzle anymore; it’s laid out before me, clear and undeniable. A platter of gold, served cold and ruthless.I think back to that day; my father’s words, his tone. He hadn’t talked about sending me abroad or finding a way for me to escape. He’d said something else, something that now feels like a confession I missed entirely.“You need to go, Cara,” he’d said.At the time, I thought he was trying to protect me. Push me away from the violence of his world. But now…now I see it differently. You need to go. It wasn’t protection. It was a deal.He wasn’t saving me. He was selling me.The realization slams into me with brutal clarity. In the mafia world, business always comes before blood. Loyalty to the cause is worth more than family. My father didn’t see
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Don't Do Anything Stupid, Cara (6)
{EDMONDO'S POV}**I don’t answer right away. Instead, I hold her tighter, letting the intensity of the moment pull us deeper into something neither of us can avoid. Her face is a canvas of emotions; shock, disbelief, and something else I can’t quite place. Fear, perhaps. She doesn’t say a word. But her silence screams louder than any accusation ever could. I don’t stop. She needs to hear this, no matter how much it hurts. “I couldn’t save her,” I begin, my voice calm. “Agata wasn’t just a woman. She was everything; the embodiment of ferocity in a world that feeds on corruption. Just perfect for it. And when I heard about her committing suicide, it felt like I lost the only thing that made sense in reality.” Her lips part as if to speak, but she stays silent. Her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath. I move my hand from her naked curve to her
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Don't Do Anything Stupid, Cara (5)
{EDMONDO'S POV}**I look at her, Cara; her eyes are wide, intense. As if she’s waiting for the truth to break her. But the truth has always been the one thing I can’t lie about. And especially not to her.“That’s not all, Cara,” I say, my voice low and purposeful. “The same way your sister wasn’t innocent, the rest of your family wasn’t. Especially your father.”Her eyes flash with a fury that burns brighter than I expect. “You dare not talk about Papà, Edmondo. You dare not say a word about him,” she spits. Her voice trembles with anger.I move closer to her there on the bed. My own pulse is steady but I feel her anger ripple through the room like a storm. “I only dare not lie to you because I promised you the truth,” I say, keeping my tone firm. “And do not point that finger at me, Amora (love). I’ll chop it off before you ever get the chance to use it.”Her breath catches in her throat, and for a mome
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Don't Do Anything Stupid, Cara (4)
{CARA'S POV}**I can barely breathe. The air in the room feels thick and suffocating. As if every word Edmondo says is wrapping itself around my throat, choking me. I sit there on the bed, naked and exposed, though it feels like the least vulnerable part of me. His presence towers over me, dominant. My skin prickles as he steps closer, his scent; dark, masculine, blueberries and far too familiar, fills my senses.“You want the truth, Cara?” His voice is rough. Like gravel scraping against bone. His eyes lock onto mine, intense. As if he can see every piece of me I’m trying to keep hidden. “You won’t like it. Hell, I’m not even sure I can stomach saying it, but you need to hear it.”I don’t respond. I can’t. The words are stuck in my throat, tangled with the confusion and hurt that have been twisting inside me since the moment I was brought in here. He isn’t the man I thought he was.
OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North Don't Do Anything Stupid, Cara (3)
{EDMONDO’S POV}**“Cover up,” I order. I’m back to being cold again. It’s for a good purpose. It’s so we both, me especially, don’t get distracted. “You’re not off the hook yet.”But her voice cuts through my coldness, raw and jagged. “And then what? Just leave?”Cara sits up on the bed, trembling, her wild eyes locking onto mine. The sight of her; the flushed face, wet hair plastered to her cheeks, and the faint tremor in her lips… it all hits me like a sledgehammer.She throws her words at me sharply and doesn’t relent. “You just walk away like it’s none of your concern? All the damn time. Like you have nothing to do with me? Like I’m nothing?”I stiffen. My jaw clenches and so does my fist.But she isn’t done.“Speak to me, Edmondo!” she shouts, her voice breaking. And then… God help me, she starts crying. Her tears fall in streams as she shakes her head. Her whole body trembles.This isn’t the
