Bound to the Don and His Guard
Milo never expected survival to look like this. At twenty-one, he’s spent most of his life drifting, bruised by the world and too soft to fight back. His beauty makes people underestimate him; his fragility makes them think they can shape him.
Isaak is a walking contradiction: cold-eyed, dark-inked, and terrifyingly controlled. At thirty-one, he has carved his body and his life into hard, elegant precision. Power clings to him as naturally as oxygen, and people follow him even when they don’t understand why. To him, Milo isn’t fragile. He’s fascinating. He’s something worth remaking.
Kasym, older by barely a year, is the opposite—a broad, golden-haired monolith of warmth and violence. He smiles easily, loves fiercely, and destroys without remorse. Under his tattoos and bruised knuckles lies a heart that has bled too often, yet still hungers for someone to protect. He sees Milo’s softness and doesn’t want to change it. He wants to guard it with his teeth.
But three hearts are not easily aligned. Isaak’s possessiveness clashes with Kasym’s tenderness, and both men fear that the softness they worship will shatter under the weight of their devotion.
Milo must learn to navigate two hungers, two ways of loving that demand more than he has ever given. The question isn’t whether he belongs to them—it’s whether they can learn to belong to each other without destroying the boy who binds them.
This is a love story built not on simplicity but on collision—where surrender becomes power, devotion becomes war, and three lives entwine in a bond too fierce to break.
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Chapter: Chapter ThirteenISAAKI can hear him crying, but I don’t turn back, instead focusing on Enzo. He leads me down the stairs, talking about how the communal bathrooms have been improved. When I ask why, he laughs and says they used to hide bodies behind the tiles, and the stench eventually got too much to handle.Kasym pops up behind us as we turn the corner, and I curb the bout of irritation. I didn’t need him here right now. Enzo barely glances at us as we walk into the bathrooms. I grab his hand and pull him aside. “Did Milo send you away? Why are you here?”He looks at me with one of his shit eating grins. I want to wipe it off, preferably with a punch. “I think you might have broken him. You know Milo’s dad is like one of those weird cruel bastards, right? Kinda like yours. Word on the street is, he killed his son because he wasn’t…man enough.”Milo wasn’t man enough, but Andrei had uses for that femininity Milo always carried around with him. I don’t say a word to Kasym though, especially not in
Last Updated: 2026-02-07
Chapter: Chapter TwelveLucy shows me the bridesmaid dress after we pick my wedding suit, and while I have never been attracted to the opposite sex, I have to admit it looks gorgeous on her. Kasym was right. It was hard not to like her. She seemed to genuinely care for Isaak, and I could see us being friends. She was the only woman in the family they trusted to be by my side, and from what she told me, she would also be my security detail. She didn’t fail to mention she had beaten Isaak in a spar once, and Kasym twice. Lucy was fun. She also didn’t ask about my family or anything, which made me comfortable.“You might need a reception outfit, unnless you are comfortable wearing the wedding suit there.” She is still in the bridesmaid dress, which was a lilac pink halter neck mermaid gown. It was made with mostly silk, so she looks like a butterfly as she flits around.I shrug, letting my eyes drift to the chandeliers above us. It made light catch like gold, and I tore my eyes away from it as I looked back at
Last Updated: 2026-02-06
Chapter: Chapter ElevenISAAKKasym and Milo hit it off immediately. It was no surprise considering it was Kasym. He was the charmer. The gentleman. The rational to my irrational. One thing people didn’t know is that Kasym could be as cold as me, and sometimes even worse. He knew how to wrap you around his finger and then cut you off without warning. It was one of the reasons we got along so well.The first time Kasym and I met was when I was 8. It was during one of those boring family conventions, ones where each clan gathered to insult and throw their successes in each other's face. I had been outside, on the hunting grounds with the other men when he had walked up to me. He was older than me by just barely eleven months, and he had looked soft, but he didn’t flinch as he watched me shoot down the birds. I remembered exactly what he was wearing, a blue shirt that hit his knees, way too big shorts and a teddy bear that he held so close to his chest it looked deformed.He had come up to me later during t
Last Updated: 2026-02-05
Chapter: Chapter TenMILOI wake up to hearing heated Russian, and I sit up, blinking. I glance towards the sound and find Isaak and Kasym outside the balcony. Isaak was seated, his head in his hands and Kasym was pacing in front of him.Isaak and Kasym were talking heatedly, but Kasym was the only one who looked pissed. I couldn't hear them, only pieces of the conversation so I strain my ear, inching closer towards the balcony. “You know he only does things like this to get to you, Isaak.” “And what he thinks Lucy is his best bet simply because I used to fuck her?” I figured Lucy was the girl that was with them when they first announced the engagement, the redhead with big boobs and an hourglass figure. She seemed to be exactly Isaak’s type, so I bit down the annoyance of the fact that they fucked. You did say he was free to fuck other people. As long as they weren’t you. I push away the voice and focus on the men again.Kasym looked like he didn’t like the next thing that came out of Isaak’s mouth,
Last Updated: 2026-02-04
Chapter: Chapter NineMILOHe's a monster. He's a monster. No matter how many times I tell myself the words, I can't seem to stop staring at him. He asked if I think he’s handsome. I don’t. I think he’s devilishly handsome. Handsome even seemed too tame a word to describe him.As handsome as he would be cruel. He has only shown me a glimpse of it, I know there’s a whole well of it where it came from. But no matter how many times it rings in my head, I can’t stop myself from staring at him, a connection that isn’t supposed to be there. I turn my gaze from him again, scanning my surroundings, taking notes of the turns the driver makes, marking out until he finally slows down in front of a hotel. The gates slide open and we drive in. For a hotel this big, it feels empty. There are no cars in sight, just us. He leads me into the hotel. The hotel staff stare at us as we walk past them, his hand firmly placed on my back, guiding me. I consider running to them for help but even I know that is a futile attem
Last Updated: 2026-02-03
Chapter: Chapter EightIsaak:I hate parties. It’s the time when enemies and friends share drinks together and it’s almost impossible to tell which from which. People will say I’m cynical and paranoid but in my world, the right amount of that is the difference between life and death. It’s what has kept me alive for so long, the ability to spot a foe amongst friends and a friend amongst foe. This, here, in Mexico, there’s none I will call my friend. They all drink and party as though they do not plot behind their backs, these men who now stand in this compound and walk the corridors of this house have readied their guns, prepared to take over the territories of Andrei before my father’s unfortunate arrival. Their presence makes me sick, just like the presence of those scums I’m forced to work with. Never loyal, just interested in their pocket alone and every chance they have to fuck you over is the chance they fuck you over. I know most of them would not try anything against Father, simply they fear him
Last Updated: 2026-02-02
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