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{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
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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
Last Updated : 2024-11-28OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North She Runs Away (2)
{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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{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
