Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss
Ethan Cross, an FBI agent, has been pursuing Dante Valensi, one of the nation's most influential and untouchable crime lords, for years. Dante has created an empire that law enforcement has never been able to destroy. He is cunning, ruthless, and feared by all. Ethan, however, is unique. He has been assigned the task of entering Dante's world as Luca Romano, moving up the ranks, and destroying him from within.
It is almost impossible to get close to Dante. He doesn’t trust anyone and doesn’t allow anyone to be close to him, especially not romantically. However, in the role of Luca, Ethan excels at the game, gains Dante’s confidence, and becomes his right-hand man. He gets closer to his objective with each step. It becomes more difficult to keep in mind that this is only a mission every moment spent with Dante.
Then everything changes one night.
An overly persistent touch. The look says too much. A weakness that neither of them can undo. What little and dishonesty develops into something harmful that is unavoidable.
It’s just part of the job, Ethan tells himself. Dante is an evil creature. that the worst thing he could ever do is fall in love with him. What occurs, though, when the lie begins to seem more plausible than reality?
Ethan has to decide whether to finish his mission and bring down the man he was sent to destroy or to give in to the one person he was never supposed to love as secrets come to light, treachery looms, and blood is shed.
Because there is only one way in with Dante Valenci. And no escape route.
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Chapter: Luca hadn’t slept in two days.Not truly. Not without the dreams—half-formed shapes behind his eyes, voices he couldn’t place, a name echoing like a cracked bell.Matteo.He didn’t know why the name gripped him like a hand around the throat. He hadn’t heard it in years. It wasn’t even whispered in the circles he used to haunt. But now, it was crawling back into his periphery like a virus—appearing in fragments. A slip of conversation. An old contact reaching out and going silent too quickly. A file that disappeared after one click too many.Something had changed. And whatever it was, Dante was nowhere to be seen.That absence told him more than any surveillance feed could. Moretti was always watching, always in control. But now the silence was too complete. Like the calm before something catastrophic.So Luca dug.First, quietly—using a secure terminal at the gym’s closed network, somewhere no one would suspect. But soon, that wasn’t enough. He needed access to older files. Restricted logs. Data from before Mira sh
Last Updated: 2025-07-15
Chapter: Thread by ThreadDante Moretti – Penthouse, MidnightThe city glimmered below like a wounded thing pretending not to bleed.Dante stood at the glass wall of the penthouse, back to the room, eyes fixed on the lights blinking far beneath him. Each one felt like a pin on a map, a variable to account for, a potential threat. He didn’t blink. Not when the building creaked. Not when his burner phone buzzed once on the table behind him. The static hum of the city had become background noise to a mind sharpened into something colder than steel.He had not spoken to Luca since that night.He didn’t need to. The image was seared into him—Mira’s hands buried in Luca’s hair, the way her back arched, her voice raw and unrestrained. They hadn’t seen him. But he had seen enough.That wasn’t betrayal. That was obliteration.And now, the game moved forward. Not out of revenge. Not even out of rage anymore. He was past that. This was surgical now. Strategic. Thread by thread, he would pull until everything around them
Last Updated: 2025-07-15
Chapter: The Bait and the BladeDante’s POVThe city had always spoken to me in a language of whispers and blood. Tonight, it screamed.I stood alone in the glass tower’s upper room, the skyline fractured by rain on the windows. The penthouse was too quiet now, too clean—like a place waiting for its ghosts to return. But I wasn’t here for sentiment.The flash drive Matteo left behind sat in the center of my desk. Open. Deconstructed. Every file cracked and mirrored twice to different offsite servers. I hadn’t slept in nearly two days, not because I was afraid of what was on it—but because I wasn’t.Matteo wanted me to see it.He wanted me to remember what I did to Mira’s brother. The betrayal. The order I gave. The reasons I had… and the ones I didn’t. He wanted to light a fuse in the center of everything I’d rebuilt.He should’ve known better.My phone buzzed.“He’s confirmed at the Blackstone warehouse. Quiet. Watching. Just like you said.” – VicoGood.Matteo was testing the perimeters. Watching the outer rings
Last Updated: 2025-07-09
Chapter: The Devil’s LedgerDante’s POVThe hard drive whirred like a distant whisper, a low, insistent voice bleeding secrets into the room. I sat alone at the end of the long table in my private study, lights dimmed, shadows pressing in from all corners. A tumbler of untouched whiskey sat at my elbow. The screen before me flickered to life, and with it, ghosts began to rise.The first file was dated nine years ago. Surveillance footage. Audio logs. Transcripts. Names I hadn’t heard in years. Faces I thought buried.Matteo Santoro’s digital resurrection wasn’t just a return—it was a reckoning.He had cataloged everything. Meetings I’d forgotten. Kill orders I never expected anyone to trace. Even some of the Ember Pact betrayals that had been handled in absolute silence. And then, buried deep beneath layers of encrypted data, was the real dagger:A video recording from the penthouse.The timestamp put it just days before Mira’s brother—Marco—was found dead.The footage was grainy but unmistakable. Marco, chained
Last Updated: 2025-07-09
Chapter: Smoke and SilenceDante’s POVI’ve always believed in two truths:1.Information is power.2.Control is survival.And tonight, both were slipping through my hands like ash.Matteo’s drive had changed everything. I wasn’t just fighting ghosts anymore—I was fighting timelines. Exposures. People. Luca. Mira. The Bureau. And possibly factions I hadn’t even identified yet.But it didn’t matter.I didn’t build my empire on mercy or reaction.I built it on preemption.And now it was time to preempt.I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling screens in my private command room—no windows, no echoes, just silence and digital breath. The walls shimmered with strings of code and surveillance feeds. Vico stood beside me, arms crossed, already anticipating the next war.“Give me every system Matteo accessed in the last six months.”Vico nodded. “Cross-indexed with file movement, data pulls, any duplicate drives. If he left a breadcrumb trail, we’ll find it.”“Good,” I said. “Because we’re going to burn it.”He rai
Last Updated: 2025-07-09
Chapter: Black EchoDante’s POVThe drive was smaller than a cigarette lighter. Nondescript. Matte black. The kind of thing most people would overlook.But I knew better.Vico had handed it to me without a word, his gloves still wet with Matteo’s blood. I hadn’t spoken since. Not during the extraction. Not during the silent ride up the service elevator into the penthouse. The only sound now was the soft hum of the decryption program working its way through layers of encryption Matteo clearly hadn’t set himself.The Bureau had touched this. Maybe others too. There were too many fingerprints.The screen flickered. The progress bar reached 100%. A soft chime.Unlocked.And just like that, everything changed.Lines of data exploded across the screen—case numbers, alias files, surveillance logs. The Bureau had compiled more than just background on me. This was an active case. Codenamed Black Echo.There were photos—some grainy, some with chilling clarity.Luca.Mira.My men.My penthouse.A map of the city wi
Last Updated: 2025-06-28
Behind the Spotlight
Ethan Blake and Julian Cross are Hollywood’s favorite rivals—two A-list actors whose off-screen feud is as legendary as their on-screen performances. For years, the media has played up their animosity, feeding into the narrative of two stars who can’t stand each other. And Ethan is fine with that. Julian is arrogant, reckless, and far too good at getting under his skin.
But when they are cast as romantic leads in a high-profile LGBTQ+ blockbuster, everything changes. Forced into close proximity, the lines between performance and reality begin to blur. Heated arguments behind the scenes turn into charged moments neither of them can ignore. A single off-script kiss during filming shatters their carefully constructed walls, sending both their careers—and emotions—into uncharted territory.
The media explodes with speculation. Rumors spread like wildfire, and their public feud only adds fuel to the fire. A PR crisis forces them into damage control, but every interview, every staged moment, only makes it harder to deny the truth simmering beneath the surface.
As industry backlash looms and personal stakes grow higher, Ethan finds himself at a crossroads. He has spent years playing it safe, hiding behind his carefully curated image. But Julian refuses to be another script he follows. He wants something real.
In an industry built on illusion, can two men who were never meant to fall for each other survive the spotlight’s harsh glare? Or will fear and fame tear them apart before they even have a chance?
Enemies on screen. Lovers behind the scenes. But can they survive the ultimate Hollywood scandal?
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Chapter: A Role I Never Auditioned ForEthan’s POVHe used to dream of this.The flashing cameras. The spotlight. The world knowing his name and—maybe more importantly—respecting his work.But now, as Ethan stood backstage at the Dolby Theater, collar tight against his throat, nerves pulsing behind his ribs, all he could think was: What if it costs me everything else?Julian was still in the green room, talking to their agent. Calm. Collected. So effortlessly composed it sometimes ached to watch him. And Ethan loved him for that composure—but tonight, it felt like a wall between them.They were being honored as a creative duo. Glass Mercy was up for multiple awards. Their recent joint interview had gone viral for being “candid,” “brave,” “romantic.” And now, their agents were quietly fighting over their future: Who gets to direct what next. Who headlines. Who gets first billing.Not “Ethan and Julian.”Just Ethan. Or Julian.Alone.The applause thundered like static in his ears when their names were called.Julian took his
Last Updated: 2025-06-06
Chapter: What It Means to StayJulian’s POVThe apartment felt different now.Not emptier. Not heavier.Just… quieter. Like something had shifted between the floorboards and breath, and even the walls were holding still, afraid to disrupt the fragile balance Julian and Ethan were trying to find again.Julian sat on the floor, his back against the cold kitchen cabinet. A cup of tea—lukewarm and untouched—rested beside him. He was still in last night’s shirt, sleeves rolled, collar open, like time had slowed but never stopped.He wasn’t avoiding Ethan.But he wasn’t rushing back, either.Because this—this kind of love—didn’t move on declarations or drama. It moved on the cracks. The spaces in between. The willingness to stay when every instinct said to run.Two days had passed since the confrontation.Since Ethan had looked at him like he wasn’t just a man falling apart—but one worth catching anyway.Julian had replayed every word. Every hesitation. Every quiet truth they hadn’t said until they had no choice.He’d sp
Last Updated: 2025-06-06
Chapter: The Silence Between UsJulian’s POVIt started with the coffee.Ethan always made the coffee. Two mugs. One splash of oat milk, one black. Quiet domesticity, the kind Julian had never known before him.But that morning, Julian woke to an empty kitchen. No Ethan. No coffee.Just a silence that rang louder than any argument ever could.At first, he told himself it was nothing. Maybe Ethan had gone for a walk. Maybe he was on a call. But the doubt was already there, coiling.Had something shifted?Julian told himself it was just residual tension from the visit. Caleb showing up had dredged up everything Ethan had buried. But it wasn’t just about Caleb.It was about the way Ethan had looked at him afterward. Like he was grateful. Like Julian had saved him again.And that was the problem.Julian didn’t want to be the savior anymore.He wanted to be… chosen.They didn’t talk about it that night. Or the next.Ethan was soft with him. Attentive. But careful, too.Julian started noticing the hesitations—Ethan glanci
Last Updated: 2025-06-06
Chapter: Ghost in the DoorwayJulian’s POVJulian was learning to let Ethan carry parts of him.To lean, to speak first, to say I need you out loud.It wasn’t easy. Not for someone who’d always been the calm one. The shield.But after Ethan shared his story—the quiet horror of being shaped by someone who called it love—Julian had held that pain like something sacred.They’d crossed into a new kind of closeness.Not just lovers. Not just co-creators.Something messier. Braver.So when the doorbell rang that Sunday afternoon, Julian opened it without thinking.And the ghost was standing there.A man. Early thirties. Expensive jacket. That kind of smile that knew it could cut.“Ethan home?” he asked, like he had every right to be.Julian blinked. “I’m sorry. Who—?”The man tilted his head. “Tell him it’s Caleb.”Julian froze.Caleb.The name Ethan never said—but the one Julian had tucked away in the back of his mind. The man who taught Ethan to mistrust softness. The one who made pain look like passion.Julian’s voic
Last Updated: 2025-06-06
Chapter: A Room I Never Let You IntoEthan’s POVThere were memories I’d sealed in a box a long time ago.Not because I’d forgotten.But because I thought I had to—if I wanted to be loved.If I wanted to keep moving.Julian once told me that healing wasn’t about forgetting.It was about learning to live alongside the ache.Tonight, I was ready to try.We were curled up on the rug in the living room, the lights low, a vinyl humming in the background. It was one of those rare nights when nothing urgent pressed in—no interviews, no questions, no headlines.Just us.Julian had made tea—green for me, chamomile for him. He loved rituals like that. Quiet little ways of saying “I see you” without the weight of language.He was sketching idly in a notebook with his bare feet stretched across my lap. I watched the way his fingers moved, confident and clean, as if drawing helped him organize the chaos he didn’t speak aloud.And I realized: this was the safest I’d ever felt.Which made the confession all the more terrifying.“I want
Last Updated: 2025-06-06
Chapter: Something Soft to Fall IntoEthan’s POVThere were nights when the silence between us said more than any argument could.Tonight, it wasn’t sharp or hostile. It was soft. Cautious. Like both of us were afraid to speak first in case the words cracked something we’d only just started rebuilding.Julian had fallen asleep on the far edge of the couch. Not distant—just exhausted. His body curled in on itself, one arm tucked beneath the throw pillow like it could hold him together.And I sat there, watching him. Feeling both heavy with love and light with fear.Because he was finally letting me in.And I didn’t know how to carry that without breaking myself.A year ago, Julian had been the one holding me through every tremor, every night terror, every panic attack masked as a migraine. He didn’t flinch when I flinched. He didn’t leave when I needed space. He didn’t stop showing up even when I asked him to.And now that he was unraveling—even just a little—it terrified me how instinctively I wanted to fix it.As if I c
Last Updated: 2025-06-06
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