Masuk
Lapor
Tate flirts with danger the same way he flirts with men. Recklessly. So when his father’s debts land him in the hands of Enzo Moretti, a cold-blooded mafia boss with a smile as sharp as his threats, Tate should be terrified. Instead, he flirts harder, hiding sharp eyes behind thick glasses like he doesn’t see the monster watching him. But he does. He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel. For months, they circle each other—clashing, teasing, burning. Enzo should’ve killed him, but instead, he steals him. Holds him. Breaks him open until their craving for each other twists between punishment and pleasure, until need feels like worship, and pain starts to taste like love. Then, when Tate thinks he’s escaped, when he thinks he’s free—Enzo lets him go. When someone else tries to take what’s already his, Enzo doesn’t hesitate. He drags Tate back, and now the boy wears his name, carries his ring, and sleeps in his bed. Maybe Tate should hate him. But he doesn’t. Because he never wanted gentle. He never wanted safe. He wanted this—blinding, consuming desire. And Enzo? He doesn’t let go. Not when he’s tasted him. Marked him. Owned him. Because monsters like him don’t share. Not even with their own blood.
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Chapter 1
TATE
I’D DRUNK TOO much. That was the first thing that crawled through the haze, sluggish and stupid—but the second I blinked, I didn’t see party light or a bedroom ceiling. I didn’t see anything, and a different panic shoved in. Not the hangover kind. Not the regret-the-shots kind. The something’s-fucking-wrong kind. It was dark. Too dark. Not blurry, not dim. Just black. I blinked again. Harder. Still nothing. My heart flipped. My pulse shot up. My throat tightened around air that suddenly felt thin. My glasses. Where the fuck were my glasses? Why couldn’t I see? I jerked forward and that’s when the second thing hit—I couldn’t move. Arms yanked behind me, legs tight. Rough rope dug into my skin. My wrists burned. My ankles throbbed. Tied. I was tied up. My chest caved in around the thought. I yanked instinctively, body jerking—stupid, stupid, everything hurt—but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t calm down. My lungs locked tight. My breath broke into short, fast bursts that sounded way too loud in the silence. “Hello?” I rasped. My voice cracked. “What the fuck?” My throat felt raw. Something rough was tied around my head, pressing down. I couldn’t see. Could barely breathe. This wasn’t a prank. This wasn’t a frat thing. This wasn’t anything I could laugh off later with a headache and a story. This was real. I twisted harder. The rope bit deeper. My fingers burned. “Ethan?” I barked, the sound wild. “This isn’t funny—” A boot slammed into my stomach. The air ripped from my lungs. I folded over, wheezing through my teeth as pain clawed up my spine. My ribs screamed. I tasted something coppery. Blood. Oh my God. I wasn’t at the party anymore. I wasn’t with anyone I knew. I’d really have been kidnapped. “Shut him the fuck up,” a voice snapped. Thick accent. Harsh. I couldn’t place it. Didn’t matter. The fear roared so loud in my ears I could barely hear past the pounding. Another voice followed with the sound of footsteps. “We don’t need his voice. Just his body.” I started shaking. Not just trembling—shaking. My muscles twitched under my skin. My mouth kept moving, desperate to say something, anything that would make this stop. “My father—he’s—” I choked. “You don’t know who the fuck you’re messing with—he’s got people—he’ll kill you for this—” Another blow. Not my face but to my ribs again. I folded, coughing so hard my stomach cramped. Someone grabbed my face and I flinched violently, the world tilting as I was forced upright and the blindfold ripped off. Light burned my eyes and I winced, blinking hard through the blur. Everything doubled. My vision was shit without glasses—smears of shadows and color. But one thing stood out. A man. Massive. Buzzed hair. Covered in ink. Crouching low in front of me, studying me like I was meat on a slab. His fingers dug into my chin and tilted my head to the side. Even blind, I felt the hard stare of his gaze. He scoffed. “Shit. You really do look like him.” I froze. What? He let go, dropped my head. I swayed, dizzy, bile crawling up my throat. “Better be the right one this time,” someone muttered behind him. The man didn’t look back. “We’re not making that mistake again.” He sounded bored. Annoyed, even. Like I was paperwork that got lost and needed re-filing. “What—what are you talking about?” I rasped. My voice was nothing now, shaky as I tried to understand what the hell was happening. No one answered. “Gag him,” the first voice snapped again. “No, no, wait—!” Something shoved between my teeth—rough cloth. It scraped my tongue, filled my mouth. I gagged hard. My throat spasmed. I couldn’t breathe right. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t fucking speak. They yanked me up. My legs gave out instantly. I hit the floor. My knees cracked on concrete. I groaned into the gag. Pain blurred the edges of everything, and my brain spiraled, unable to keep up with everything. One of them laughed. “You said don’t bruise the face,” someone joked. “Then don’t,” came the cold reply. “Boss wants him intact.” Intact. Like cargo. They dragged me to my feet again, two sets of hands this time. Strong. Tight. Like I weighed nothing. “Estate’s expecting delivery,” someone muttered. They shoved me toward a door. Cold air rushed in. Night. I caught a glimpse of the sky—a blur of stars. Then I was thrown into a van and I met metal walls with no windows. My head hit something. I curled up on instinct, every inch of me screaming. The doors slammed shut and it was dark again. And this time, I didn’t just feel fear. I became it. My heart beat in my ears like a countdown. My throat ached around the gag. My body trembled against the rope that held me still. I didn’t know who they thought I was. I didn’t know where I was going. But whoever wanted me wanted a body. And right now, that was all I had. ———- They dragged me out of the van, boots crunching gravel, hands digging into my arms like I was fucking property. My feet barely touched the ground as they hauled me forward, and for a second, I thought—cell, dungeon, chains. That’s what this was, right? Some dark little pit where they’d leave me to rot? Wrong. The door opened, warm air hitting my skin like whiplash. I blinked against the sudden light, trying to make sense of what I was seeing—marble floors, chandelier above, walls that looked like they belonged in a goddamn magazine spread. What the fuck? They shoved me inside, and I stumbled, nearly face-planting onto some expensive-looking rug. I couldn’t see shit without my glasses, just blurry gold and white and movement. Then they were on me again, ripping the hood off, untying my wrists. The second the ropes fell away, I did what any reckless idiot would do. I lunged. Fist swinging, body flying forward, I didn’t care who I hit. I just needed out. I caught someone in the jaw. Felt it crack under my knuckles. That flash of satisfaction was quick. Too quick. Because the next second, a punch slammed into my gut. All the air ripped out of me. I doubled over, wheezing. “Stupid little fuck,” someone hissed. Another hit. My ribs screamed. I stumbled back, but they didn’t let me fall. No, they kept me upright just to keep beating me down. Fists. Elbows. A knee to my face. Blood sprayed from my nose, and I barely had time to taste it before another blow snapped my head sideways. I crashed to the floor. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. I curled in, arms over my head, but it didn’t matter. They weren’t stopping. Boots slammed into my side—once, twice—until everything inside me felt broken. My ears rang. My skin burned. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a wet cough. “I thought they said they wanted me intact,” I rasped, voice cracking. “Fuckin’ liars.” They didn’t respond. Or maybe they did. I couldn’t hear anymore. Everything was noise—dull and far away, like I was sinking underwater. I reached for something. Anything. My glasses? My pride? Gone. The floor was warm. Or maybe I was just bleeding on it. My fingers twitched. My mouth moved. I think I whispered “fuck you,” or maybe it was just a breath. Didn’t matter. The lights above me blurred, then vanished. And I blacked the fuck out.Bab terbaru
Blind Desires Chapter 45
13 Years Ago (Six Months Later)ENZOTHE FIRST HIT came so fast I didn’t even see the belt.The crack split through the air, sharp enough to make the lamp flicker. Pain followed a second later—burning, hot, and too familiar to shock me anymore. My body jerked, but I didn’t make a sound.Marcus’s voice filled the room, bouncing off the walls like it needed somewhere to land.“You think this is normal?” he shouted. “You think it’s right?”Another strike. The leather snapped across my back, the pain spreading hot beneath my skin.I stayed still. I’d learned not to cry. Not because it didn’t hurt—Gods, it always did—but because tears only made him angrier. Crying made you weak, made you something he could break over and over until he felt better about himself.So I kept my eyes down, my jaw tight, counting the seconds between each blow like I could control them.“Marcus, please—” my mother’s voice shook from behind him.He didn’t turn. “Get out.”She didn’t move. She never did at first. H
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-11-06Blind Desires Chapter 44
ENZO HE SAID SHOW me. He didn’t know what he was asking for. Because If he did, he’d run. He’d fucking run until the ground tore underneath him. But Tate just stood there, chest rising and falling like he was daring me to do it. To tear open what I’d buried thirteen years ago. My mouth went dry. “You want to know who I am?” I said quietly, my fingers reaching to touch him. To pull him close. Tate’s brow furrowed, lips parting like he wanted to say something, but I didn’t let him. “I killed him,” I said, the words coming out before I could stop them, the memories I tried so hard to bury shoving their way to the front. “My mate. The boy in the picture. I killed him. The only person who ever looked at me the way you just did and he had looked at me like this before I killed him.” Silence. The kind that hums in your bones. He didn’t move, but I saw it—the flicker of fear in his eyes, the way his throat worked like he couldn’t swallow it down, the way he twitched like he wanted to r
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-11-05Blind Desires Chapter 43
TATETHE CAR ROLLED forward, gravel crunching under the tires like bones breaking. I sat in the back seat, staring out the window, my reflection ghosted over the trees as they blurred by. My chest felt hollow and my pulse too loud. Every second we drove, the house got smaller in the mirror, and something inside me—something stupid and ugly—tightened.Freedom.That’s what I wanted, right?Buzzcut was behind the wheel, sunglasses on even though the sky was dark. The silence in the car was thick enough to choke on. I pressed my palms to my knees, trying to steady them, but the tremor wouldn’t stop. My throat burned. My chest ached like I’d left something behind—no, someone—but that was insane.I leaned back, closed my eyes, and told myself to breathe.One breath. Two.You’re free, Tate. You’re fucking free.But the more I said it, the worse it hurt. Like a lie I couldn’t force myself to believe.The mansion had already disappeared behind us. Only the faint glow of headlights cut through
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-11-02Blind Desires Chapter 42
ENZOTHREE DAYS AGOItaly smelled the same. Cold marble, damp air, a hint of cigars still clinging to the curtains of a man who’d been dead barely a week. I stood in my grandfather’s study, the one no one but him was ever allowed into, and all I could think was how small it looked now. The shelves that used to tower over me when I first joined the Moretti family, the same desk where he’d press a heavy hand to my shoulder and tell me a man’s power came from silence—it all felt stripped of life. Empty.The lawyer was talking. Something about the will, the division of assets, my share of the family’s holdings. I wasn’t listening. My eyes stayed fixed on the chair where he was found dead and the old cigar tray beside the desk, ash still in it, like he’d left in the middle of a thought. “I don’t care about the will,” I cut in, my voice low. “I asked who killed him.” The man froze, pen hovering above the papers. “Mr. Moretti, the investigation—” “Spare me that.” I leaned forward, ev
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-10-30Blind Desires Chapter 41
TATEI DID’NT EVEN realize I was running until I pushed I hit the bathroom door and slammed it shut behind me. The sound ricocheted through the tiles, sharp and hollow, and for a second, I just stood there, chest heaving, palms pressed to the cold wood like it could somehow keep the world out. It couldn’t. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror—wide eyes, pupils blown, skin pale like I’d seen a ghost. My glasses were crooked, breath fogging the lenses. I ripped them off, scrubbed at my face, then slid them back on like maybe the blur would make this less real. It didn’t. Because I saw it. I saw him. Fangs. Claws. That sound when his bones shifted. The way Eli had screamed. The way Enzo’s voice hadn’t even sounded human when he’d told Eli to get out. I gripped the sink till my knuckles went white, trying to breathe, but my lungs didn’t seem to know how. My brain kept looping the same scene, the same impossible image—those glowing eyes and the way Eli had looked a
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-10-27Blind Desires Chapter 40
ENZOTHE SOUND OF the door opening was small, but it cracked through the air like a gunshot. Tate’s breath caught against my mouth, and for a second, everything in me went still. I didn’t have to look to know who it was. The silence gave it away.Eli. He stood there, frozen in the doorway, green hair catching the light, eyes wide and hollow. His gaze dropped, and I could see the exact second it hit him. My fingers were still buried in Tate, my body still caging his, and Tate’s face—Gods, his face—had gone pale, eyes darting away like he didn’t know where to look. Slowly, I pulled my hand back, the sound of it quiet but obscene. Tate flinched and I adjusted his jeans for him, fingers staying a beat too long before I stepped aside, letting him breathe. Eli’s stare burned through both of us. He looked at Tate like the world had just split in half, and that look—it twisted something dark in my gut. I hated how exposed Tate looked under it. “You’re sleeping with him?” Eli’s voice
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