Break Me Apart (MxM)

JAYCE BECKETT "Agent Beckett, bring down Renato Marino and his family, and you'll receive a substantial bonus, one that will more than cover your nephew's medical expenses. This is a high-profile case, and success will not only be a significant feather in your cap, but also a game-changer for your career. So, what will it be?"I let out a deep grunt as the chief's words echoed in my mind. It had been over two days since I met with the chief in his office, and even after I turned down the offer, I couldn't help but think about it over and over again. The truth was, going undercover had never been my problem, and the fact that it was the Marino family I would be taking down made it more than enough reason for me to accept the offer. I hated that family with every fibre of my being, plus the benefits and bonus I would receive after the mission was enticing.The Marino family was like a ghost story told to camp kids when it came to feds. They were an old crime family that ran New York,

RENATO MARINOI can be as sweet as honey, but I can also be deadly venom. It all depends on which side of me you choose to cross. Unlike my brother or my nephews, I don't have a strong taste for bloodshed unless it's absolutely necessary to protect what's mine, or to return the favor to those who dare to fuck with me.My blood rushed, and pinpricks danced along my forearms to my fingers, which gripped my hammer tightly. My feet remained planted on the floor, and the calmness surrounding me gave me a chance to think about this fucking mess I had to deal with on a fine morning like this.Only two questions had been running through my head since last night. How could anyone be foolish enough to think of crossing me? And why would anyone voluntarily walk into their own demise? I simply couldn't understand it.Agitation and annoyance coursed through me as my eyes fixed intently on the bastard who was hung upside down from the ceiling, blood dripping from various parts of his body. I wa

JAYCE BECKETT "Here's the membership card," Salvio said, handing me a sleek black card with a subtle chip embedded in it. "Be at the clubhouse before 10 pm." Salvio, the guy Renato Marino had tasked with dropping me off at Adam's Bar, gave me a serious look, as if emphasizing the importance of the card."Thank you," I said hastily, shoving the card into my pocket as if eager to rid myself of it. "I'll be at the club." Salvio's gaze lingered on me in the rearview mirror, his eyes seeming to bore into my soul for what felt like an eternity. His silence was unnerving, and I could feel my anxiety spiking as I slowly reached for the door button, ready to make a hasty exit from his car.Just as my finger hovered over the button, Salvio's voice cut through the movement, making me stop."I still don't understand why the boss is giving you a chance," he said, his tone low and resentment, "but let me make one thing clear: if you have any ulterior motives, I'll kill you before the boss even g

JAYCE BECKETT The silence between Curtis and me was deafening. Ever since I returned, he hadn't uttered a single word to me, and having Cole hovering around us only added to my discomfort. Cole's curious glares made me squirm, and I'd tried everything to get him to leave, but he refused to budge. It was clear he wouldn't leave until I confessed where I'd been.Curtis's fork stabbed into his spaghetti with a force that made me wince. His lips pouted, and he listlessly pushed his leftover food around his plate. I gently nudged him, hoping to break the ice, but instead, Curtis's glare cut through me like a knife. Hurting deeper than the bullet wound."Are you still mad at me?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, as I cast a nervous glance at Cole, who stood a few feet away, pretending not to eavesdrop.Curtis's response was a little too loud, a little too sharp. "No." The word hung in the air, a blatant lie. God, he was furious with me.I sighed, my shoulders sagging in defeat. I

RENATO MARINO "Giovanni is here to see you, boss," Salvio announced, his voice piercing through my calm demeanor like a dagger. My head throbbed in anticipation, even though I hadn't yet dealt with my cocky, insufferable nephew. But he and his brothers were just a pain in the ass and I hated to have to deal with them. We were family, bound by blood, but our working relationship was nonexistent. We operated in different spheres, respecting each other's boundaries, neither enemies nor rivals, but rather two entities that coexisted in an uneasy harmony. My brother and his children only sought me out when they needed my help, and the weight of those expectations often became overwhelming. I felt like a safety net, a backup plan, a solution to their problems. But what about my own problems? When did I get to be the one who needed help? I raised my head, my eyes locking onto Salvio's neutral expression. "Where is he now?" I asked, my tone measured, betraying none of the turmoil brew