Married to the untouchable mafia lord
I was hired to eliminate the untouchable. Matt Davis, the ruthless leader of Lawson City. I took
my shot, but instead of hitting him, he caught the bullet with his hand. At that moment, my
existence as a ghost ended.
What followed was a swift and terrifying punishment: hours of forced intimacy that broke both
my training and my will. I pleaded for death, but Matt wouldn’t grant it. He claimed my
submission was the sweetest thing he’d ever known and swore I would never leave his side,
chaining me to his dark world forever.
Now, I live in luxury, spoiled by the man who broke my virginity, fighting off the pain of my
violation and the shock of his protection. The organization that hired me knows I failed and is
coming for me, convinced I have the key to defeating their obstacle. They want me dead, and
Matt, my captor, is my only shield.
In the middle of this war, I realized the monster who shattered me is the only one who truly sees
me. I confessed my love, and now, bound by chains and vows, we fight side-by-side.
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Chapter: chapter 8Chris POVI didn't ask him right away.I waited until the gold light had finished its slow crawl across the floor and settled into the full, indifferent brightness of mid-morning. I waited until the birds outside had made their noise and stopped. I waited until I had run the full inventory — wrists, ribs, everywhere else — and filed the results and determined that everything was damage I could function through.Then I asked."Kill me."My voice came out exactly as I intended. Level. Clean. No tremor in it, no weight. Just a request, stated plainly, the way you'd ask someone to pass the salt or open a window.Matt was still in the chair.He had not, as far as I could tell, slept. He had sat in that chair by the window through the full dark and the grey and the gold and into the bright morning and he looked precisely as composed as he had looked when he first sat down, which was either inhuman or the product of a discipline so deep it had become indistinguishable from nature.He looked
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Chapter: chapter 7Chris POVThe east wing suite was beautiful.I noted this the way I noted everything — clinically, without attachment. High ceilings. Stone floors softened by rugs that probably cost more than anything I had ever owned. A bed that took up a quarter of the room. Windows overlooking a garden that was lit at night by low ground lights, the kind of lighting that was designed to look effortless and cost a great deal to maintain.Beautiful and locked.I had walked the perimeter twice when they brought me in. Damon — the one with the permanent hostility and the professionally empty face — had stood in the doorway and watched me do it without comment. I think he expected me to be embarrassed about it. I wasn't. Knowing your enclosure is basic survival. I would have done it in a palace or a hole in the ground with equal thoroughness.Two exits. Both sealed with electronic locks that needed a code and a secondary key card. The windows were reinforced — I'd pressed against the glass to test the
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Chapter: chapter 6Matt POVI don't second-guess myself.It is not a discipline I practice or a habit I have cultivated. It is simply how I am built. A decision made is a decision made — you move forward from it or you don't move at all, and I have always moved forward.I closed the door behind me and stood in the corridor for exactly three seconds.Three seconds is not second-guessing. Three seconds is simply standing.Damon was waiting at the end of the hall. Of course he was. Damon had been at the end of every hall for eleven years and he had learned in that time to read the specific quality of my silences the way other men read words on a page. He looked at me now and said nothing, which meant he had already drawn his conclusions and was waiting to see if I would contradict them.I walked toward him."He's alive," I said."I can see that, sir.""Move him to the east wing suite this afternoon. The one with the garden view." I kept walking. Damon fell into step beside me. "Full provisions. Clothing in
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Chapter: Chapter 5Chris POVI didn't sleep.I don't think I was capable of it. My body had shut down into something that wasn't sleep and wasn't consciousness — just a grey, suspended nothing that sat behind my eyes for hours while the ceiling above me stayed perfectly still and the city outside kept living like nothing had happened.Like nothing had happened.I almost laughed at that. Almost.The chains were still on. I'd checked them at some point in the dark — not with any real intention, just reflex, the way your hand moves to a wound to confirm it's still there. They were solid. Expensive. The kind of restraints that weren't purchased from any ordinary supplier. Everything in this room was like that. Heavy and deliberate and built to last.Including him.I didn't let myself think about that yet. I filed it behind the glass where I put things I couldn't afford to feel and I left it there and I stared at the ceiling instead.Dawn came slowly. Grey light first, then pale gold bleeding through the cur
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Chapter: Chapter 4Chris POVI thought Matt was going to give the signal to kill me. It felt like I was waiting forever.I could feel the warmth of the red laser dots on my skin, steady and patient waiting for his signal.Matt Davis just stared at me in silence.Then, instead of ordering my execution, he raised one hand slowly.It was a movement but it meant everything. He pulled the laser dots instantly toward the darkness beyond the balcony, where his unseen men were waiting. The threat didn't disappear—I could still feel their sights locked on me. Their fingers stopped on the triggers yet my life belonged to him.He turned his gaze back to me.The strangest thing was the lack of anger on his face. If he had been yelling or visibly upset, I would have understood and known how to react. What I saw was pure icy command.He took a step forward. Reached for the front of my black hoodie.Before I could move his fingers caught the fabric over my chest. Ripped it. The sound of tearing cloth filled the night.
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Chapter: Chapter 3Chris POVI was standing still on the balcony. So was one of the shadows I had seen before. The air feltreally heavy like something was hanging over us. The curtains behind Matt Davis were swayinggently in the breeze making sounds against the glass doors. The moon was shining down on us.It made his face look silver.Matt Davis was just standing there with his hands behind his back like he was looking out at hiskingdom or something. He did not seem scared all. His shoulders were. He was not breathingfast. He just seemed calm like he was in control.I was hiding in the dark watching him. My heart was beating steadily like it always did when Iwas working. I had been watching this house for days learning the guards patterns, where thecameras were and where I could hide. I had it all planned out.Then Matt Davis started walking along the balcony really slow and thoughtful. His shoes weremaking sounds on the marble floor. From where I was I could see the lights from the estaterefle
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The golden compromise
"Henceforth, you will live here. You belong to me now." Ryan declared, his deep voice slicing
through my defenses.
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At just twenty-two, Jack Harris was on the brink of despair in the dangerous Stone City. Alone in
the world and struggling to survive, he was ready to give up. Then, he crossed paths with Ryan
Thompson, the man who held the city in his grasp. By day, Ryan was a charming CEO; by night,
he ruled as the feared Mafia boss.
Rather than seeing Jack as a victim, Ryan perceived him as the universe's gift to him. He
offered Jack a chance at life, unaware that the price would entail facing his deepest fears. Ryan
quickly became fixated on Jack, drawn in by the very terror Jack embodied.
After enduring a series of pain, terrifying BDSM and displays of dominance, Jack ultimately
surrendered, marking the most significant compromise of his life.
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Chapter: chapter 10Jack POVEvery morning at eight they moved me to the dining room.Not roughly. Not with hands on my arms or voices raised. Just a quiet knock and a polite instruction from whoever was on door duty. The room will be cleaned now. Please come with me.I always went without argument.Not because I was compliant. Because the dining room had a window that faced the front gate and the kitchen had staff who talked to each other the way people talk when they think nobody important is listening.I was never important enough for people to guard their words around.Stone City had taught me that too.Be small enough and people forget to be careful.So every morning while my room was being cleaned I sat at the long dining table with a cup of tea I didn't always drink and I listened to the kitchen staff move around each other. Their rhythms. Their conversations. The way they went quiet when certain people passed through and loose when others did.I learned things in that dining room that the floor a
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Chapter: chapter 9Ryan POVMorrow called at six in the morning.I was already awake. Already dressed. Already three steps ahead of whatever he thought he was going to say.I let it ring twice before I answered."Thompson." His voice carried that particular quality I had always disliked about him. Smooth on the surface. Slippery underneath. Like a stone that looks solid until you put your weight on it."Morrow," I replied."I think we need to talk.""We are talking."A pause. He hadn't expected that. He wanted a meeting. Wanted to sit across from me and read my face and calculate how much I knew versus how much he could still hide.He wasn't going to get that."In person," he said. "There are developments.""There are always developments," I replied. "Tell me."Another pause. Longer.I waited.Patience was a weapon most people didn't recognize as one. They expected power to be loud. To move fast. To fill rooms with noise and pressure.Real power waits.Real power lets the other man talk first."Castella
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Chapter: Chapter 8Jack POVI had a new routine.Nobody taught it to me. Nobody assigned it. I built it myself the way I had always built everything — quietly, carefully, out of necessity.Wake before the mansion does. Lie still and listen to the building settle into its morning. Count the footsteps in the corridor. Identify each one by weight and rhythm. The heavy even pace was Dante. The lighter quicker steps belonged to the young guard they called Ren. The slow deliberate walk that made the whole corridor feel smaller was Ryan.I always knew when Ryan was coming.After breakfast I would move to the window. Not to look for escape routes anymore. I had stopped measuring the perimeter wall with hungry eyes. Now I watched the people. The way the guards spoke to each other. Who deferred to whom. Who stood straighter when certain vehicles arrived. What kinds of men came through those gates and what kinds left.Information.That was my currency now.Ryan had taken everything else. My freedom. My choices. My
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Chapter: chapter 7Ryan POVI gave him one day.One day to sit with what happened. To feel the weight of being caught twice. To understand quietly and completely that the perimeter of this estate was not a suggestion.Then I went to him.I knocked once. Not because I needed permission. Because I wanted him to hear me coming."Come in," he said.His voice was flat. Controlled. The voice of someone who had decided to stop showing me what they felt.I respected that more than I expected to.I opened the door and stepped inside.He was sitting on the floor.Not the bed. Not the chair. The floor. Back against the wall beneath the window. Knees drawn up. He had pushed the expensive rug to one side like it offended him and chosen the bare marble instead.I looked at him for a moment without speaking.He looked back without flinching.There were shadows beneath his eyes. He hadn't been sleeping properly. The untouched breakfast tray on the table told me he hadn't been eating properly either. But his eyes were s
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Chapter: Chapter 6Ryan POVI don't sleep much.Never have.Sleep requires a kind of surrender I was never built for. In my world the moment you close your eyes completely is the moment someone decides to test you. So I learned early to rest lightly. To keep one part of my mind awake even in the dark.That night I sat in my study long after the meeting ended.The room was quiet. Bookshelves lined three walls floor to ceiling. A single lamp burned on the desk. Outside the window the estate grounds were still. Guards moved in their patterns. Cameras blinked their slow red rhythm.Everything in order.Everything controlled.I poured two fingers of whiskey and didn't drink it. Just held the glass and thought.Castellano was escalating. That much was clear. Two hits in one month meant he was no longer probing. He was pushing. Testing the edges of my patience the way a man tests ice before he decides whether to walk across it.He would find out soon enough what was underneath.I set the glass down.My mind mo
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Chapter: Chapter 5Jack POVThree days.That's how long I had been inside this place without stepping beyond the corridor outside my room.Ryan didn't say I was confined. He didn't need to. The guard posted outside my door said it clearly enough. The way meals appeared three times a day without me asking said it. The way no one spoke to me directly unless I spoke first said it.I was a kept thing.I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the ceiling. It was high and white and clean. Everything here was clean. The sheets smelled like something expensive. The towels were thick. The bathroom had hot water that actually stayed hot.I hated how much I noticed these things.Back in Stone City I used to dream about a room with a door that locked properly. Now I had a room with a door that locked from the outside and I would have given anything to be back in that unfinished building near the railway line.At least there the cage was open.I stood up. Moved to the window.The estate spread out below me like a
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