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{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
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{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
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{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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{EDMONDO'S POV}**The estate feels like a mausoleum. I stand in the grand hall, my boots echoing against the hard marble floors. The scent of cigar smoke lingers differently and sharp. The air was as well mixed with the faint tang of aged whiskey. My father.I don’t need to see his face to know he’s sitting in his usual spot; the heavy leather chair that creaks under his weight. The sound is as familiar as his low growl when he speaks."Edmondo," his voice cuts through the room like a blade, cold and precise.I turn toward the sound. His cologne; a dark, woody scent with a hint of tobacco, fills my nostrils. Beside him, someone shifts. Hmmm, that's a faint rustle of foreign fabric catching my attention. The smell is different. Not entirely unfamiliar, but I can’t place it.Foreign. Yet familiar.I step closer, scanning the strangers movements… silently. The stranger doesn’t speak, but I hear the subtle scrape of a shoe against the floor. That's a habit of someone impatient or anx
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{CARA'S POV}**I’m dragged through the corridor. My bare feet scrape against the rough cement floor and my arms are bound behind me. Shit, the rope is biting into my skin, and the damp air reeks of stinky sweat and damp metal.I can barely think.The men are silent and my head pounds as I try to focus on the details around me. Anything could be a clue or a way out. But all I can see are their tattoos, faint but unmistakable.The one at the base of the man’s neck catches my eye first; a small, intricate design of an eye, inked so subtly it could be missed if not for how closely I’m watching him. My stomach churns, and a chill runs down my spine.These definitely aren't Edmondo’s men. But wasn't Edmondo the only person after my life?It makes no sense. Edmondo’s world has its horrors, but this? This feels darker, older, like stepping into the shadows of something ancient and untouchable.
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{EDMONDO'S POV} * * The bastard’s trying to rile me up. And it’s working. My hand itches to reach for my knife. But I hold back. Not yet. Not here. He surely didn't come here to hug but to attack. “You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that,” I say, my voice is low and cutting. “But balls won’t save you when you’re six feet under.” “Ah, but I’ve no intention of being buried tonight,” he replies, his smile fading as his eyes harden. “I came here to talk.” Talk? “Talk?” I spit the word out like it tastes bad. “The Irish don’t talk. You threaten, you scheme, and you stab people in the back. So, cut the bullshit and tell me why you’re really here.” Donnelly shrugs. His movements are quite slow. Slow like a poison but delib
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{GIOVANNI’S POV}**So, I left her.It wasn’t like I didn’t have a choice. I could’ve stayed back with her. Hell, a part of me wanted to. But I just... I just walked away.She knew my name, but I didn’t bother learning hers. Why would I? She was just a kid. Well, legal, barely 18, so no problem there, right? That’s how it goes. First time, one time. No strings, no complications.She wasn’t special. To me, she was just another warm body in a long, forgettable list of bitches. Names? Faces? They didn’t matter when you lived a shitty life as mine. So, in summary, thanks to my shitty life, I took what I wanted. When I wanted. And moved on.But damn. There was something about her.Not love or anything stupid like that; let’s not get carried away. But there was this way she looked at me, like she saw past the bullshit. Like she could strip me down to nothing with just her eyes.It pissed me of
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{INGRID'S POV} * * Sharp, threatening voices wake me up the next morning. I stir from my sleep, waking up in a heap on the floor. I must have rolled over from the mat. My bones are aching from the position I slept in still, and I realize I must have fallen asleep sometime during the night. Wait. Hold up. I feel somewhere else too. Oh…yeah. Uncle. Uncle and I had sex. What's that pain? I look up to my wrists. The bind. The bind have rubbed my skin raw and my sleeping arrangement made my whole body sore and tense the more. Why didn't he take off the bind? But the most important thing right now are the voices. I hear them out in the hallway, deep and unfamiliar. And I think they're coming towards… here. I crawl into the corner of the room and pull up Mr. Giovanni's leather coat. He must have left it here after we…, probabl
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{INGRID'S POV}**“Put your hands above your head,” he tells me.I do, looking into his eyes as I obey.My mind turns to the first time I saw him when I awoke in here. I can practically feel his hands on me as he holds me down, the intense powerlessness I felt at their touch.I breathe deeply, calming the emotions that race through me at the thought.I feel his hands on my wrists, pushing them together. The tie slides around them, the same fabric as before caressing my sensitive skin. I feel as it begins to tighten and look up to watch.He binds my wrists tightly, securing them with practiced hands.I give them a tug, experimenting with the length. The constraint leaves me feeling utterly powerless, and I wonder at the spark that spreads through me at the thought of it.I turn to find his eyes. They pierce me in question.I answer with my own, my chest heaving in anticipation. I
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{INGRID'S POV}**His touch sends fire racing through my skin. Sparks burn through me in a high blaze.Every touch of his fingers, every flick of his tongue, and I’m burning up and I can’t find it in me to care.I never knew that anything could be as intense as the pleasure racing through me now. One moment I’m unthinking, lost in it completely. The next I’m so overwhelmed, I feel the need to run away.How much can I possibly take?No one’s ever touched me the way Mr. Giovanni is now. No one has ever looked at me with the fire presently burning through his brown eyes. I feel ready to collapse under that gaze.This man is more than I ever thought a person capable of being. With every movement, with every touch, he’s showing me that I am not alone.Loneliness has always been my phobia, my hate.. but Mr. Giovanni.. no, Uncle is telling me, showing me that I'm not alone now.I scream ‘Un
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{GIOVANNI'S POV}**“That was a stupid move, bambina (little girl). A bloody stupid move,” I say, not knowing what else to say or how to just get her in there and pull away and end this cat and mouse rubbish.Though, I want to be with her. That's why I left Edmondo and came here.I want to finish what we’ve just started too.She looks at me with rage and fear all over her face and demeanor. “Just let me go. I owe you nothing and all you want to do is take advantage of me.”She looks at me, daring me to say the truth. She knows it, and I know it. We’re walking the faint line between lust and abomination. I knew from the moment I set eyes on her, loosing her cool and yelling for someone to save her sister, that she was going to be different and nice to own.This is lust. Compared to love… this… lust… It’s a lot more complicated than I ever would’ve thought. I pull
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{INGRID'S POV}**The tension in the air is really palpable. The atmosphere is electric. I want him to touch me. I want him to do bad things to me. And I know it's so damn wrong, but I just can't resist. He's done something to me, definitely. He has messed with my head and played with my heart. All on the first day.It's like I'm the puppet and he's pulling on every one of my strings.He's breathing heavily, and he gently pushes down my panties until my hip bones poke out. I hiss as the air hits my skin. Mr. Giovanni groans when his fingers connect with my feverish body. "God," he says. "So fucking delicious. So damn wrong. I can't resist. I'm sorry, bambina, but I'm not even going to try to resist."With that, his fingers push off my white lacy panties and I arch my back, helping him along. What the hell am I doing? I don't even know him!Alarm bells are going off in my
