Semua Bab Bound by blood and lies: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The room was too quiet. Too luxurious. Too suffocating. I sat on the edge of the silk-covered bed, my fingers curling into a fist on the sheets, trying to ground myself. The chandelier above me cast golden light over the space, but it all felt artificial, like I was in a dollhouse—one where Don Ricci controlled every little piece. The door opened with a soft click. I didn’t look up. I didn’t have to. His presence was unmistakable, a slow-moving deadly force that filled the room, even when he hadn’t said a word. He looks too refined to be a monster. But I knew better. “You haven’t touched your dinner,” Ricci’s voice was soft but it sounded like he was still amused. “What a shame. My chef is world-class.” “I’m not hungry.” “Mm.” He walked closer, and I stiffened when he stopped just in front of me. “That’s a problem. I need you strong, Eli.” The way he said my name—low and seductive—sent an involuntary shi

The air inside Don Ricci’s estate was suffocating, thick smoke, perfume, wealth and power. The party was a twisted version of the last one I attended, darker, more unhinged.I stood at the edge of the grand hall, watching as people moved around like predators in silk and velvet. Shadows stretched across the room, candlelight flickering over faces filled with secrets. It was a masquerade of pleasure, a place where power wasn’t just spoken of but tasted, felt,l and owned.Masked men and women were involved in a lot of activities around the ballroom that I was both intrigued and disgusted by.The scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey curled in the air, mingling with something more sinister—lust and seduction.And I was standing in the lion’s den, right beside the devil himself.Ricci stood beside me, always close but never touching. Not yet. He let me feel his presence, let it sink under my skin like a slow poison. Every once in a whil

The feeling of kiss lingered.His soft, warm lips on mine, the taste of whiskey on his tongue, his hot breath on my cheek and his intoxicating cologne.I had come to terms with my sexuality and I knew that Ricci was a dangerously attractive man who seemed to be attracted to me.No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, it kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. Ricci’s lips on mine—firm, slow, unyielding—and the worst part? I kissed him back.My body betrayed me at that moment. The same body that flinched at the sound of Luca’s voice. The same hands that trembled when Matteo tried to touch me. The same heart that once used beat way too loud at the sound of Luca’s footsteps and the sound of Matteo's voice.Now? Now it was quiet. Confused. Still.I leaned against the window, eyes fixed on the large estate grounds outside. It was beautiful, in that eerie, silent way. Perfectly manicured gardens. Endless marble paths. Statues that looked like they had s

It had been a long, tense week. The kind that settles like a shadow in the halls of the estate and refuses to lift. Everyone felt it. The guards moved quieter, the servants looked down more, and even Luca—usually too quiet, too reserved—had gone stiller.I was in my study, watching the second hand of the grandfather clock tick painfully slow when there was a knock.The knock on the door was sharp, insistent. My body tensed instinctively, the way it always did when things were about to go south. "Enter," I said coldly, not looking away from the clock.I wasn't in the mood to deal with anything, but when the door creaked open. One of the outer perimeter guards stepped in, clutching something rectangular, wrapped in brown paper with no visible address. I spared him a quick glance and he looked uneasy.From the look on his face I knew it was something that couldn’t wait."Sir... we found this outside the gate.” He stammered.I raised an eyebrow, annoyed but

I never thought I'd be sitting in a living room with Ricci, watching a movie, and actually enjoying it. The atmosphere between us had shifted somehow since the carnival. Gone was the tension, the need for a mask. For once, there was no power play, no constant games. It was just Ricci and me, in the quiet of his grand living room, the glow of the TV lighting up his sharp features.I tried not to think too much about the circumstances that had led me here. If I allowed myself to focus on that, I might find the guilt creeping in, but at this point, I didn’t care. Ricci had been nothing but… well, decent to me in his own strange way. And for a moment, I let myself believe that maybe he wasn’t the monster I had thought he was.“Okay, I have to admit,” I said, my voice light, “this movie is kind of... fun.”Ricci chuckled, his gaze flickering toward me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I told you. I have excellent taste.”I rolled my eyes, but the