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CHAPTER 14

Penulis: Hadesta Sage
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-23 01:26:30

Luciano pov

I strode through the dimly lit hallway, the faint glow of the wall sconces casting flickering shadows that danced ominously across the aged wallpaper. The air was thick with tension, electrified by the adrenaline still coursing through my veins from the harrowing rescue I had just executed. With each step, my heart pounded loudly in my chest, a steady reminder of the chaos I had just navigated.

As I reached Olivia’s door, the weight of the moment settled on my shoulders. I pushed open the door with a gentle creak, my breath hitching at the sight that met me. There she was, her fragile form curled up on the bed, looking so small and vulnerable beneath the soft, muted colors of her blankets. The sight hit me like a punch to the gut—a visceral reminder of just how precarious life could be.

In an instant, I crossed the room, my long legs covering the distance with urgency. I swept her into my arms without hesitation, cradling her against my chest, feeling the delicate tre
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  • Bound By The Don's Bloody Bargain    CHAPTER 33

    Luciano – POV I stormed into the library like the walls themselves owed me something. The door slammed behind me, the echo ricocheting off the shelves like a warning. I didn’t stop walking until I reached the bar cart, snatched the decanter of whiskey with one hand and poured straight into the glass with the other. Too slow. I cursed, tossed the glass across the room, and drank straight from the bottle. One swallow. Two. Three. Fire poured down my throat, but it did nothing to drown the heat already roaring through me. She slapped me. She slapped me. And I let her. I was still standing there like a goddamn statue, her words rattling around in my skull like nails in a tin can, when Marco finally walked in—because of course he did. If there was anyone stupid enough to interrupt a storm mid-spin, it was Marco. “Boss,” he said carefully, stepping just inside the threshold. “You want me to have someone bring ice for that bruise—” “Get out.” He stayed. Fucking idiot. “You’re a

  • Bound By The Don's Bloody Bargain    CHAPTER 32

    Olivia – POV "You hit my brother," I breathed, my voice cracking with disbelief, grief clinging to every syllable. The taste of blood still lingered on Jude’s lips. I had dropped to my knees the moment I saw him dragged in—his face bruised, one eye swollen nearly shut, arms trembling as if the air itself weighed too much. When the guards released him onto the marble floor like he was some trash to be discarded, I flew to him. My arms had barely locked around his battered frame before Luciano’s voice sliced through the silence. "You don't have a say, Olivia. You're my property." That was it. Something in me snapped—loud and ugly. I rose to my feet slowly, the sob I’d been choking back morphing into something fiercer. Hot. Furious. It clawed up my throat like fire. "You hit my brother!" I screamed, spinning toward him. My chest heaved, fists clenched at my sides. "After everything I've done for you? After I stayed when I wanted to run? After I gave up my f*cking name, my life—"

  • Bound By The Don's Bloody Bargain    CHAPTER 31

    Luciano POV I’ve never understood the appeal of honor. It's loud. Messy. Bleeds all over my floor. And yet, there he was again—Jude, all busted ribs and busted pride, dragging his broken body through the night like he still had something to prove. Fool. But I’ll give him one thing: he doesn’t die easily. I watched him from the backseat of the black Escalade, parked just far enough from the club’s stench to breathe. His hoodie was torn. His knuckles raw. The photo of his sister crumpled in his hand like a talisman. How poetic. I flicked ash from my cigar, leaned forward, and murmured, “Now.” The doors burst open. Two of my boys moved fast—Marcus and Nero. Good shoulders. Empty souls. They grabbed him like he weighed nothing, dragging his bleeding carcass into the SUV. He fought, of course. Arms swinging. A chain still wrapped around his fist like he was ready to kill God himself. Brave. Stupid. I liked that. The door slammed shut. The car sped off. Jude’s head lolled aga

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    Jude pov I shouldn’t have come back. Every logical part of my brain said walk away. Forget the damn club. Forget the mafia. Forget the fact that Luciano owned the oxygen my sister breathed. But I wasn’t built for logic anymore. I was built for war. So I came back. Not with bourbon in my gut or fear in my bones—this time, it was rage. Pure, scorched-earth fury. They could call me reckless. They could call me stupid. But they’d never call me a coward again. --- The bouncers at The Black Siren didn’t even flinch this time. I walked past them like I belonged there—like I wasn’t the same man they tossed around last night. My fists were wrapped. My jaw was tight. My hoodie clung to my back, damp with sweat even in the cold. The club looked the same—red lights, sweating bodies, smoke curling like fingers through the air—but this time, the music wasn’t loud. It was gone. Replaced by silence. The kind of silence that waits before a gunshot. And at the center of it all was Lu

  • Bound By The Don's Bloody Bargain    CHAPTER 29

    Jude pov Ninety days. That’s 2,160 hours. 129,600 minutes since Luciano yanked my sister out of my world and into his. And it hasn’t been quiet since. Not in my head. Not in my chest. Not even for a second. I lit another cigarette with shaking fingers, the smoke curling around my jaw like a noose I’d learned to wear like a damn necklace. I sat in the armless iron chair on the balcony, leaned forward, elbows on knees, staring at the dark skyline of the city like it owed me answers. My left hand clutched a half-empty glass of bourbon, the ice long melted, just like my last nerve. Olivia. She wasn’t just my sister—she was my goddamn anchor. And I’d let her be taken like some piece of collateral. She wasn’t money. She wasn’t a debt. She was mine. I hated myself for letting her go. But Luciano hadn’t given me a choice. I tipped the rest of the bourbon back and felt the familiar burn travel down my throat. Didn’t matter. Pain had stopped being a stranger a long time ago.

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