Mag-log inI wasn't asleep. I had never been asleep.I lay in the dark, listening to the sound of Raine’s breathing. It was too fast, too shallow. I felt him move, an inch at a time, sliding out from under my arm. I kept my body relaxed. I kept my eyes closed. I wanted to give him every chance to stay. I wanted him to prove me wrong. I wanted him to turn around, tuck himself back into my chest, and choose me.But he didn't. He left the bed. He left the room.I waited a few minutes before I got up. The floor was cold under my feet as I walked toward the study. I didn't need to turn on the lights; I knew every corner of this house. I stood in the shadows of the doorway and watched him. He looked so small in front of my desk, his hands shaking as he reached for my laptop. He looked like a thief. It broke my heart, and then it turned that heart into something hard and cold."It's a bit late for work, isn't it, amore?" I said.Raine jumped so h
The car had barely come to a stop in the driveway before Andreas was out and pulling my door open. He didn't say a word, and he didn't wait for me to move on my own. He reached in, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out. His grip was so tight it almost hurt, his fingers pressing into my palm like he was trying to merge our skin together. I could feel the heat coming off him in waves. It was a restless, buzzing energy that made the hair on my arms stand up.We didn't walk into the villa; he marched me in. As soon as the heavy front door clicked shut, he shoved me back against the wall. The hallway was dim, but I could see the fire in his eyes. He looked like a man who was starving. He didn't wait for a lead-in or a soft word. He crashed his lips against mine, a hard, hungry kiss that felt more like a claim than an act of love."I told you," he breathed against my mouth, his voice a low, rough growl. "I told you what would happen once we got back here. I told you I couldn't be in public wit
The silence in the villa had become a wall. A few nights after the morning in the bathroom, the air was still thick between us. It wasn't a peaceful quiet; it was the kind of quiet that made you want to look over your shoulder. Andreas noticed it too. He didn't like the way I looked at the floor when he entered a room. He decided we needed to leave the glass walls behind for a few hours.He drove us down to the harbor. The town was old and the streets were narrow. He parked the car and led me down a dark alley that smelled like salt and rain. At the end of the path was a small, hidden restaurant. There was no sign on the door, just a single red lantern hanging from a hook.The inside was dark. The only light came from more red lanterns and the glow of candles on the tables. It smelled of thick smoke and very expensive wine. It felt like a place where secrets were bought and sold.The waiter didn't say a word. He just nodded to Andreas and led us to
The villa felt too big today. Every room was filled with the sound of the ocean, but the air felt thin, like I couldn't get enough into my lungs. Andreas had been watching me all morning. He didn't say much, but his eyes followed every move I made. I could feel the tension in him, a restless energy that made the hair on my arms stand up. Every time I turned around, he was there, leaning against a door or standing by a window, just staring.I tried to keep myself busy. I walked around the living room, picking up books and putting them back down. I looked at the view of the water until the blue started to make my head ache."Do you want to go for a walk?" I asked him at one point."No," he said. He didn't move. He just kept his eyes on me. "I like where we are."I couldn't take the pressure. I went into the large bathroom near the master suite, needing a moment to just breathe without him looking at me. I leaned against the cool counter and closed my eyes. I counted to ten, trying to se
I woke up before the sun was fully over the water. The room was cool and quiet, but my mind was already moving. I looked at the boy sleeping next to me. He was curled up into a small ball, his face pressed against the pillow. Even in his sleep, he looked like he was trying to hide.I slipped out of bed and walked to the kitchen. I made some coffee and stood by the large glass wall. The ocean looked like a flat sheet of blue. It was peaceful, but I couldn't lean into it. My brain wouldn't turn off. I was a man who lived by watching for shadows, and even here, I was looking for them.I watched Raine when he finally woke up. He came into the kitchen with his hair messy, wearing one of my shirts that was much too big for him. He gave me a smile as soon as he saw me."Good morning," he said."Morning, baby," I replied. I poured him a glass of juice. "Did you sleep okay?""I did," he said. He sat down at the counter. "The bed is very soft."
The sun went down, leaving the sky a deep, dark blue. I sat on the wide balcony of the villa. The air was warm, and the sound of the ocean hitting the rocks below was steady. It was the kind of sound that should have made me feel calm, but it only made the silence in my head feel louder.Andreas came out of the glass doors. He was carrying a tray with two plates of food. He had changed into a soft white shirt, and his face looked relaxed in the dim light of the candles he had set out. He placed a plate in front of me."I asked them to make something light," Andreas said. He sat down across from me and smiled. "You didn't eat much lunch.""I wasn't very hungry," I said. I picked up my fork and pushed a piece of fish around my plate. "It looks good. Thank you.""We can stay here as long as you want," Andreas said. He leaned back in his chair, watching me with a look that was almost soft. "I was thinking about the future. Once you are fully healed, maybe we could look at a place like thi
The Pit of Lust was a different world during the day. It didn’t have the usual noise or the smell of sweat and expensive perfume. Marco was helping me more than he realized—or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing. As we walked toward the breakroom for a quick lunch, he’d point things out with a
Ash's POV I didn’t want to go back to The Pit. Not after the gunshot, not after Andreas’s warning, not after the weight of Dante’s emblem burned a hole through my pocket all night. But morning blurred into evening, and fear didn’t change the fa
The elevator ride down felt like it lasted a lifetime. I could still feel the weight of Andreas’s hand on my chin, marking me. My head was a mess. I was supposed to be a spy, a ghost, a son looking for justice. Instead, I was a "private dancer" with a hangover and a target on my back.I made a beel
The first thing I felt was the warmth of the bed and a body pressed against me.Then I shifted, and the sheets slid against my bare skin. Reality didn't just walk in; it slammed the door.I was in Andreas Lionel’s bed.I froze, holding my breath. A heavy weight was draped across my waist, pinning me







