Beyond the Forge
The mafia king won't kill his nineteen-year-old son Leo when he finds out he’s weak and likes males.
Instead, he sends him to hell.
The Forge, a secretive prison camp hidden within the forest, is where affluent families send their "weak" sons, hoping to mold them into strong men. Leo was stripped of his clothing, shaved, and assigned the number 402; he was dug into freezing mud, subjected to beatings, and then left in complete darkness. Viktor, the strong, hardened guard, has been observing Leo with a wary gaze for years, acting as his personal handler.
Viktor is meant to kill him.
Instead, as the cameras stop rolling, Viktor lowers the whip, pushes Leo against the wall, and kisses him like a man who has been waiting too long. He moans into Leo's mouth, "I'm paid to break you, but I'd rather keep you."
Every harsh day in the pit and every covert touch at night drives them deeper into the fire of forbidden love. But Leo's own father told Viktor to kill Leo and submit proof if he doesn't turn hard in thirty days.
A jealous ex wants Leo to die.
A shattered youngster from Leo's past is hiding a terrible rebellion.
And the man Leo is falling for is the same one who was told to kill him.
In a city made to break hearts, one wrong kiss may save them or set everything on fire.
The Forge is a raw MM mafia romance that is dark, twisted, and dangerously addicting. Love is the most violent weapon of all.
Ler
Chapter: Chapter 5My lips were still burning from the moment we had stolen while the camera was off.That moment was everything. It felt like a dream. Just minutes ago, Viktor had held me like I was everything, but he simply allowed Julian to take me away without fighting back.I followed him silently and obeyed every command. The following morning, the sky wasn't bright. The pit was waiting for me, already filled with thick, stinking mud. There were twenty boys who stood shivering in their jumpsuits. The wound caused by Viktor's strap on my back felt like fire. With every step I took, my clothes rubbed against the wound, making the raw skin pull with every step.Julian jumped down from where he was sitting. His boots sank into the mud before me. Viktor stayed there on the platform just above us, stone-faced, his arms crossed."402!" Julian shouted, moving toward me.The other boys moved away quickly. I stepped forward to the centre. The mud sucked in my boots and tried to pull me in."Instructor Vikto
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Chapter: Chapter 4"Leo! I need you to scream like I'm hitting you real hard."Viktor whispered in my ear while the strap whistled through the air.Crack!The leather strap landed on the back of the bolted chair instead of my back. I screamed like I was in pain, raw and real, because I was already in pain; this made it very easy. The camera in the corner blinked in acknowledgement. Someone was there watching. Maybe my father or even the Headmaster.Viktor leaned in, body blocking the camera lens just enough. His thumb brushed my lip exactly like in the car. "It's better if you play your part well. If they sense I'm too soft on you, they'll send someone worse."Something in the way he said it made me think this wasn't just about the Forge. The way his jaw stayed tight. The way his eyes kept staring at that door. Like he was scared of someone else entirely. Someone who had already been in this room tonight and left his shadow behind.Viktor raised the strap again for the camera, and now it was my turn to
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Chapter: Chapter 3The high-pressure hose hit me like a punch to the chest.It wasn't a shower. It was a punishment. The water was ice-cold. I screamed and nobody came.I fell to the tiled floor. My knees scraped raw against the rough stone."Get up, 402!" a voice barked.I couldn't breathe. Every time I tried to pull air in, the freezing blast knocked it back out. I tried to shield my face, but the pressure ripped my hands away."I said get up!"A heavy boot kicked me in the thigh. Not a warning. It was meant to hurt. I scrambled to my feet, slipping on the soapy tile. Five other boys stood naked beside me, shivering so hard their teeth chattered. None of them looked at me. Looking meant you hadn't been broken yet, and none of us wanted that label.I understood it fast.A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet."No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please.""You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402,"
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Chapter: Chapter 2The tires ran over the wet, lonely road.I kept my forehead pressed to the cold window. Rain poured down the car roof and blurred the windscreen. I noticed a single drop crawled down the glass, fighting to escape.I wished I was that drop."Leo, please stop sniffing. It's annoying."Viktor's voice rolled from the driver's seat, low, heavy, and final. In the rearview mirror, his eyes were fixed on me. They never blinked."I'm not sniffing," I snapped. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand. "I'm cold. Turn up the heater.""The heater is already on high." Viktor tightened his grip on the wheel. "You're shaking because you're scared. Most boys cry too.""I'm not crying!" I kicked the back of his seat hard out of sheer annoyance.He simply pulled over to the side of the road. He wasn't angry. He switched off the engine and went quiet. Darkness swallowed us. There were no streetlights, but only rain drumming on the roof and the black woods pressing close.Thump. Thump. Thump."Why did we
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Chapter: Chapter 1The glass hit the wall and splashed its splinters all over the floor next to me.It was so terrifying that I couldn't move. My boots stayed glued to the expensive floor while the broken pieces littered across the whole room."Leo." My father's voice was quiet, but too quiet for comfort. "Look at me."His calmness was always the worst. When he screamed, he was only angry. But when he whispered, it was more dangerous.I lifted my head slowly. My neck was stiff. I responded meekly, "I'm looking, Dad.""Do you know what they call me in this city?" He moved forward toward me, wearing a grey suit that cost more than a house. His hair was perfect; none was scattered from his last action. "They call me 'The Iron'. Do you know why?""Because you're hard," I said feebly. My voice came out thin, like paper."No." He came closer until he was inches from my face. I could smell the scotch on him and see the tiny red veins in his eyes. "It's because I don't bend and I don't break. But you..."He rea
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