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THE MAN IN THE SHADOWS

Penulis: Lizzy
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-24 16:27:37

The firelight wavered across his face, casting long, jagged shadows on the marble walls. Aria’s breath caught in her throat, the gun in her hand suddenly useless, because deep down—she knew him.

Not by name, not by presence, but by the eyes. Those eyes had haunted her since childhood. Cold, sharp, cruel.

Luciano’s gun snapped up instantly. Riccardo shifted in front of her like a shield, his body trembling with fury.

The stranger only smirked, lifting his weapon lazily as though he had all the time in the world.

“Don’t waste bullets,” he drawled, his voice dripping with venomous charm. “You won’t kill me before I kill him.”

His gun pressed into Riccardo’s chest, deliberate, taunting.

Luciano snarled. “Step away from him, bastardo, before I put one in your skull.”

The man’s laughter echoed through the hall, low and mocking. “You think this is still your house, Moretti? You think you’re still king of these ashes? You’ve been so busy fighting each other, you didn’t notice when I gutted yo
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  • BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN    SHADOWS AT THE DOOR

    I woke before the sun.The room was still dark, the air cool, but my eyes shot open the moment I felt Luciano shift beside me. His breathing hitched, a faint sound of pain escaping his lips.“Luciano?” My voice was barely a whisper.His eyes opened slowly, heavy with exhaustion. The light from the small lamp glowed against his sharp features, even paler now, but alive. Always that word—alive.“Go back to sleep,” he rasped.“As if I could,” I muttered, sitting up so I could look at him properly. “You win the award for worst patient alive.”He smirked faintly, though his body tensed when he tried to adjust. “I don’t like being weak.”My chest ached at the admission. He hated this—the stillness, the dependence, the fact that he wasn’t in control. I leaned close, brushing my fingers along his jaw. “You’re not weak. You’re recovering. That’s different.”His dark eyes searched mine, as though weighing my words. Finally, he sighed and closed them again. “You’ll make a liar of me, Aria. You’l

  • BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN    FRAGILE PROMISES

    I didn’t sleep at all.How could I, when every second I spent watching Luciano breathe felt like a prayer? His chest rises and falls, slower than I’d like, weaker than it should be, but he’s alive. That’s all that matters.Alive.The word feels like a miracle.My fingers won’t stop clinging to his hand, as if the moment I let go, I’ll lose him again. I keep whispering his name under my breath, afraid that silence will swallow him. Afraid that if I stop calling him, his soul will drift away.He stirred hours ago. Opened his eyes for a moment. Spoke to me, rasping the words that still burn in my chest: You love me.Yes, I do. God help me, I love him.Now he’s resting again. His eyes are closed, his body still weak from the blood loss, the pain, the fight that almost stole him from me. I can’t erase the image of his body collapsing, of his blood staining my hands, of me screaming until my throat burned raw.I swallow hard, forcing myself not to cry again. He’s alive. He’s here.I brush h

  • BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN    THE LONG NIGHT

    I never knew what true fear felt like until tonight.I sit beside Luciano’s bed, my hands clasped tightly around his, afraid that if I let go, I’ll lose him forever. The room is quiet except for the faint hum of machines and the steady, fragile rhythm of his breathing. He looks nothing like the man I know. His face is pale, his lips slightly parted, his chest rising slowly as if each breath costs him more than he can give.The sheets are white, but stained with the memory of his blood. I can still see it on my hands even though I’ve scrubbed them raw.I can’t stop trembling.“Don’t do this to me,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Don’t you dare leave me, Luciano. Not after everything.”His hand is warm but weak in mine. I bring it to my lips, pressing a kiss against his knuckles. I never imagined myself here—sitting by the side of the man who once bought me, who once made me feel like a prisoner in golden chains. And yet, now? He’s not just my captor. He’s my anchor. My heart. My everyt

  • BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN    INTO THE ABYSS

    His weight sagged against me, heavy, almost crushing. My arms strained to hold him up, panic clawing up my throat. Luciano Moretti—the man who commanded empires, who made others kneel with a look—was slipping through my fingers like sand.“No, no, no,” I whispered frantically, pressing harder against his wound, my hands slick with his blood. “Stay with me. Don’t you dare leave me now.”His lashes fluttered, his dark eyes unfocused, but his lips curled faintly. “You… sound like me.”The weak tease made my heart shatter. I wanted to scream at him, shake him until his arrogance returned, until the dangerous king in him woke up and told me I was his again. Instead, I bent lower, pressing my forehead to his.“You’re going to be fine,” I swore, though my voice cracked. “I won’t let you die, Luciano. I promised.”A rustle came from the shadows. My head snapped up, fear lancing through me—enemy? Another bullet waiting?Instead, one of Luciano’s men, Matteo, stumbled into view, his face pale a

  • BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN    BOUND IN FIRE

    The night felt endless, every second stretching like a thread ready to snap. The smell of gunpowder still hung in the air, sharp and metallic, mingling with the iron tang of blood that clung to Luciano’s shirt.He refused to let me go. Even as his body trembled, even as his breath grew shallow, his hand was locked behind my neck, pulling me close.“Luciano,” I whispered, pressing against him, terrified of the weight of his silence. “You need help. You’re bleeding too much.”He didn’t answer right away. His forehead pressed harder against mine, as though he was using me to anchor himself in place. For the first time, he looked… human. Not the untouchable mafia king who bent the world with a glance, but a man fighting to keep himself tethered to life.Finally, his lips moved, brushing against my temple. “Don’t… let them take me from you.”My throat closed. He thought I’d let him slip away. That I’d give up. The thought alone broke something in me.“I won’t,” I said, fierce now, choking

  • BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN    THROUGH HIS EYES

    Blood burned in my veins, every heartbeat a reminder that I was too close to death. My hands shook, my vision blurred, but when those men raised their guns at her—at Aria—I felt a fire stronger than pain.I don’t remember willing my hand to move. One second my body was failing me, the next I was pulling the trigger.The man fell. Dead. And for the first time in what felt like forever, the courtyard was silent again.But I didn’t look at him. Not once. My eyes stayed on her.Aria.The way she’d stood in front of me—small, trembling, but unbroken—made my chest ache more than the bullet wounds. She should have run. She should have saved herself. But instead, she shielded me, as though she were the one built of steel and I was the fragile one.God help me, I’d never hated myself more than in that moment.I should have been the one standing. The one protecting her. That’s who I was. Luciano Moretti. The man who didn’t bow, didn’t kneel, didn’t bleed for anyone.Yet there I was. On my knees

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