تسجيل الدخولThe 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.
عرض المزيدI didn't answer with words.I just shoved the damn key in.My blood made the metal slippery because I squeezed it too hard. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, but I twisted anyway. The lock clicked too loud, like it was announcing to everyone in the building that we were here.Viktor was already moving. One hand gripped my shoulder, the other holding the baton. It was the first time I'd ever seen him stop holding back. He planted himself in front of me, blocking the narrow hallway like he was the only one standing between me and the end of everything."Stay behind me," he growled. His voice was low and final. No room for argument.Julian was already there.Three guards stood with him, rifles held low, their faces blank like stone. The red emergency lights made everything look like dried-up scabs. Julian's smile twisted tight."Well," he said. "Look who finally grew some balls."Viktor didn't waste a breath on him. He just stood like a wall, solid and unmoving.The first shot hit like thu
It wasn't the cold that was the worst part. It wasn't the darkness or the stone that hurt my back. It was him.Even now, after everything that has happened, my mind keeps going back to Viktor. The way he stood behind the heavy bag with a mask on and his eyes unreadable. The same eyes that had pressed my forehead to his in the Dark Room while my back was bleeding. The same hands that had given me my brother's key, like it was the last thing he would ever do.Then I stood there with my arms crossed and let Julian pull me away.I didn't like him. I was sure of that. I had never been so sure of anything before.I just wanted my body to believe it.This isolation block was very different from the Dark Room.The Dark Room was a punishment with a set end date. There was no message, no clock, and no way to leave this place. The walls were older, thicker, built by men who never planned to let anything inside come back out. No carvings. No names. The boys who came here just disappeared.Julian
Content Warning: This chapter contains themes with institutional abuse, psychological manipulation, and implied violence. Reader discretion advised.The dormitory lights clicked off at eleven and I lay in the dark counting every breath like it might be the last one that still belonged to me.The key was warm in my palm. I kept running my thumb across the letters scratched into the metal and trying to decide what they meant now. T-O-B-Y. Either the most real thing in this place or the most carefully constructed lie I had ever been handed.I still did not know which one.That was the thing Viktor had done to me that Julian's fists never could. He had made me uncertain. About him. About the key. About my own chest and what it did every time I thought about the dark room and his mouth and the way he pressed that key into my hand like it cost him something.At two-thirty I made my choice.Not because I trusted him. Because staying meant my father won. And I had decided somewhere between th
The guards burst in from the east side corridor before Viktor could even finish the sentence.He had pressed the knife into my hand himself and told me exactly where to cut. His forearm. Deep enough to bleed but not deep enough to harm. Then he stepped back, held the wound up, and waited for the door to open.I did what he instructed. I pulled the blade across his skin with my own hand, and I still did not know if that made me his weapon or his way out.The moment the flashlights hit us, Viktor was already on his feet. He smeared the fresh blood across his forearm and pointed at me before any guard could form a single question."402 attacked me when I came to check on him. He got hold of a knife. Take him to the Pit at first light. Double punishment. No food for five days."Not one crack. Not one breath out of place.A guard looked at the blood. Looked at me. Then looked back at Viktor.They grabbed me by both arms and that was it.The last thing I saw before the door slammed was Vikt






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