LOGINHe was supposed to be a pawn. Now I want to make him my king. Eli thought freedom meant escape. But freedom is just another illusion when the devil himself wants you. Trapped between the violent love of the men who broke him and the dangerous allure of the man who owns his next breath, Eli must choose: return to the past that nearly destroyed him… or surrender to the enemy who might ruin him in ways that feel a little too good. Lies. Lust. Power. Obsession. In this game, love isn’t pure. It’s deadly. Elias Carter willingly walked into hell. He sold himself to the Rossi Mafia under the disguise of being a victim when in actuality he was an FBI agent. He planned on taking down the devil, Luca Rossi the Mafia boss, from the inside out but things take an unexpected turn when Luca suddenly becomes interested in Elias and so did his second in command, Matteo Marino. One saw something pure he wanted to tap into and the other saw something pure that he wanted to ruin. Elias becomes entangled in their brutal games, burning touches and whispered threats that set his body on fire. A bond which should have never existed, began to bloom. The truth is exposed and Elias is faced with two impossible options: destroy them or become one of them. Now, his past wants him dead. His future belongs to the people he was meant to destroy. And his heart? It was never his to begin with. He was now trapped in a world where love wasn't soft, it was war. And he lost.
View MoreEli's povThere are days when the world feels too loud, too fast — a constant rush of shadows and sounds. But not today.Today, everything is quiet.Not silent. Just… calm.I stood by the window of our estate’s upper lounge, Silas curled in my arms, his head resting gently against my chest. His tiny breaths puffed out in soft, even waves, little fingers wrapped around my shirt like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. My heart clenched. He didn’t know just how many times I had once wished to vanish — and how now, with him, vanishing wasn’t an option anymore.“Are you crying again?” Matteo’s voice floated in from behind, amused and just a bit accusatory. “You’ve become soft, amore.”I didn’t even turn. “And you’re just realizing this now?”He came to stand beside me, his hand brushing over Silas’ back, then settling at my waist. He sighed, soft and dramatic as always. “I miss the days when you glared at everything.”
Eli’s POVOne year later…I never thought the sound of crying would become something I adored. But here I was—half-asleep, mismatched socks on, shirt inside out, bottle in one hand and a very wriggly, very loud, very perfect four-month-old in the other.Silas Ricardo Rossi—our son.I still remember the mission like it was yesterday. We were supposed to retrieve stolen cargo in the outskirts of Milan, nothing out of the ordinary. What we found instead was an abandoned safe house with scorch marks on the wall… and a baby in a bassinet, wide-eyed, cheeks flushed, wrapped in a navy blue blanket with a tiny lion embroidered into the corner.He looked at me and didn’t cry. Just stared. As if he knew me.Matteo had nearly passed out. Luca stood frozen. And me? I walked forward like I’d been pulled by a string straight into his orbit. He grabbed my finger. I was a goner.Convincing them took le
Eli’s POVThe second the doors opened, everything around me blurred except for them.There they were.My beautiful, loving husbands. Men feared by the world but loved by me. Men that I had never wished nor prayed for and get God has given them to me because he knew that I needed them even without asking.My perfect men.Not just Mafia dons, no. That title didn't matter to me. They were simply mine.My feet moved before I even told them to. The room was silent exclusive the soft melody of a beautiful violin in the background. The guests watched as I walked on. They weren't much because we didn't want a crowd. Just our closest family. People we trusted. People who’d fought beside us. Who knew our chaos and still chose to stand with us.In the past year which we have used to rebuild ourselves, I had one to know a lot of new, friendly faces that meant just as much to me as I was to them as they watched me walk to my hus
Eli's pov I had never paced this much in my entire life.The room was quiet except for the gentle hum of classical music playing from a speaker in the corner. Everything was pristine—white lilies in tall vases, silk curtains shifting softly from the morning breeze sneaking through the opened window, a neat table full of gifts and cards. It was all beautiful. Breathtaking, even.And yet, I couldn’t stop moving.My reflection stared back at me from the big corner mirror as I stood in the middle of the room—shirtless, dress pants on, my bowtie hanging undone around my neck like it was just as confused about how this morning was supposed to go."You're going to peel the floor out," Luca said from the doorway, his voice warm with amusement. He looked like hell and heaven at the same time in his tux which was black and perfectly tailored, with a silver pin on his lapel that matched mine and Matteo’s. His curls were a l
Eli's povIt was silent.No more screams. No more bullets. Just the raw, aching pain of everything that had been lost.Bodies littered the field—some of them enemies, some of them not. Some faces we could never forget, now frozen in twisted expressions, mouths slightly parted like they still had so
Eli's povThe mansion had never been this quiet. Not even before the war.There were no more shots, gunshots. Nothing.But now… the silence felt final.The kind of silence that came after a storm—where the wind held its breath and everything you knew had been leveled to rubble.I sat on the edge of
Eli's povThe night was calm, unusually so, I loved it and wished every night could continue to be so. The air in the safe house was faintly scented with pine and sandalwood from the candles Luca insisted on lighting every night. I sat on the couch with my legs folded beneath me, watching Matteo po
Eli's povOne year later....The silence was killing me.Something was happening that I didn't know and that was very frustrating and a bit saddening.For the past week, the house had felt… off. There wasn’t one specific thing I could point to. It was the way Matteo’s gaze lingered just a second to












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