Novel-novel oleh Lira Hart

‎For the first time since signing the contract, Elias was alone. ‎ ‎The silence inside the penthouse felt unusually quiet. No orders. No threats. No dark eyes following his every movement. Alessio had left nearly an hour ago, and the absence of his presence should have been comforting. Instead, it felt wrong. Dangerous. Like the calm before a storm. Elias sat at the desk staring at the note folded between his fingers. The words hadn't changed no matter how many times he reread them. ‎ ‎We're watching you. ‎ ‎The message wasn't what unsettled him. It was the fact that someone had slipped the note into his pocket without him noticing. Between Roman's messages, Alessio's secrets, and the mysterious name that kept resurfacing, Elias felt like he was trapped in a game where everyone knew the rules except him. ‎ ‎His gaze drifted toward the hallway. He thought about the address he had found. About L. Gray. About the way Alessio's expression had shifted whenever that name w

‎Elias POV‎‎My blood ran cold at the words written on the paper.‎‎WE'RE WATCHING YOU. ‎‎For several seconds, I just stare at the note. Confused if this was some sick joke cause it didn't look funny. ‎‎"What the fuck is this.“ I muttered low against my breath. ‎‎The note trembled slightly between my fingers.‎‎It wasn't the message that unsettled me.‎‎It was the fact that someone had slipped it into my pocket without me noticing.‎‎Slowly, I looked around the bedroom.‎‎The floor-to-ceiling windows.‎‎The black marble walls. Expensive furniture.‎‎Everything looked untouched.‎‎Perfect. Like a showroom.‎‎Nothing out of ordinary.‎‎I folded the note and slipped it into my pocket.‎‎My eyes landed on the new phone resting on the nightstand.‎‎A leash disguised as a gift. I picked it up and unlocked it.‎‎Nothing. just deleted messages and Alessio's number staring back at me.‎‎A bitter laugh escaped my throat.‎‎Of course.‎‎Even my phone belonged to him.‎‎I

‎Elias POV ‎———‎‎"Elias,“ he said, his voice low with a hint of danger in his tone. ‎"Come here.“ ‎‎I didn't move. My body frozen in fright. ‎‎My wrists still burned from the cuffs. Red bruises marred my wrists. The phone in my hand with unknown R's text glowing on the screen. ‎‎Alessio stood in the door way. Turning to face me, he had a dark smile on his face which made me move my feet in hesitation. ‎‎His smile drooped in anger at my actions. Alessio's jaw ticked. A muscle twitched there. ‎Striding towards me. His hand gripped my chin. Fingers digging into my cheeks. ‎‎"When I talk, I expect you to answer me,“ Alessio whispered low into my ear. Hovering like a dangerous predator. ‎‎I tried turning my chin to escape his grip. which was probably a big mistake because his fingers only tightened more, hurting my cheeks.‎‎He pushed my chin away roughly.‎I fell, my head hitting the floor with a loud thud.‎"Mmmh Ahh.." My face grimace in pain. ‎‎A black velvet box

‎Chapter 4: Punishment ‎Elias POV ‎———‎Alessio was on top of me. ‎One knee on either side of my hips. His hands on either side of my head. Cage of muscles and intent. ‎‎The mattress dipped under his weight. I couldn't move. Not anywhere that wasn't directly under him. ‎‎"Last chance, Elias,“ a threat laced in his voice. "Sleep. Or I show you what happens when you don't obey me.“‎‎My heart hammering against my ribs. His weight pressed me into the mattress. I could smell him. Soap and something darker. Danger. ‎‎"I don't sleep on command,“ I said. My voice came out steadier than I thought. Surprising me. ‎‎Alessio's mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. Anticipation maybe. "No? Then I'll help you. “ ‎‎He moved. Fast. Before I could even react, he had my wrist pinned above my head. One hand held both of mine like they were nothing. His other hand reached over to the nightstand. ‎‎Metals clicked. Cold. ‎Handcuffs. Steel. Custom, like everything else he owned. ‎‎"Alessio

‎Chapter 3: Rule One ‎Elias (POV) ‎The door to Alessio's room stayed closed.‎My phone buzzed again in my hands. The vibration traveled up my arms and into my teeth. I looked down at the screen. ‎‎You made the wrong choice. I collect what's mine too. – R‎‎I deleted it immediately. Hands still shaking from the gun fire downstairs. The sound of it still echoing in my ears. The smell of gunpowder was still stuck in my throat. I had never seen blood on marble floors before tonight. ‎‎"Stop hiding your phone." ‎‎I spun around so fast I nearly dropped it. Alessio was back in the room. He had not made a sound when he came in. He was just there. Standing in the doorway. ‎‎Black shirt now instead of the white one from earlier. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The gun was gone from his hand and now I could see the outline of his forearms. Muscles and veins and old scars. There was a tattoo on the inside of his left wrist. Black ink. I couldn't make out what it was from a di

‎Elias (POV) ‎‎Guns were pointed at my head.‎‎And Alessio Moretti told me to sign. ‎‎‎‎The pen was still touching the paper. The ink spilling. One signature and I was his. Legally and completely.‎‎‎‎Roman's men didn't lower their guns.‎"Drop it," the one in the front threatened. "Now."‎‎‎‎Alessio didn't even look at them. His eyes were locked on mine. Dark. Commanding. Like the rest of the room didn't exist. ‎‎‎‎"Sign, Elias," he said again. Soft. But it hit harder than the guns. ‎‎‎My hands shook. ‎If I signed, Roman would kill me. If I didn't, Alessio would.‎‎‎I signed anyways. ‎‎Each stroke messy. Panicked. But it was my name. Elias Hart.‎‎‎‎The second the ink dried, Alessio moved.‎‎‎I didn't see him pull the gun. One second his hands were empty. Next there was a silenced pistol against the lead gunman's head. ‎‎‎‎"Rule two," Alessio said, voice flat. "Don't point guns at what's mine."‎‎‎‎The gunman froze in fear. Roman amused, laughed