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75. Hell On The Rise
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Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 78. Burned
Hale’s pov.She stays still.Not a flinch. Not a sob. Not even a breath too loud.She lets me do it.That needle goes through her skin, and she takes it. Every second of it. Because she thinks she deserves it.She’s not wrong.But it doesn’t feel like winning.I tell myself I won’t be fooled again. That I won’t give her an inch more than what the contract allows. That she made her choice the second she tried to run back to Burke, thinking he could somehow protect her.But looking at her now—arms pinned, legs spread, stripped bare and trembling—I don’t feel victorious. I feel something worse.I feel… hollow.And I hate it.She thought I killed her mother. That’s what this was about. That’s what pushed her to make another desperate, reckless grab for freedom. Not because she didn’t believe I’d protect her. But because she thought I was the one who took her mother from her.And still… she let me mark her.Not because she trusted me.Because she didn’t.Because she thought she didn’t have
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 77. Barely Breathing
I collapse to my knees, my palms scraping the floor to break my fall.My heart shatters—torn to bloody pieces.I’ve fucked up. Bad. So badly there’s no undoing it.As my body convulses with harsh sobs, the bitter truth sinks in: I should’ve watched that footage first. Before pulling this reckless stunt.I should’ve.But I was stupid—blinded by a fool’s trust in my father.If even a sliver of common sense had stayed with me, I would’ve seen it all. Felt the pain coming.At least then, I might’ve held on to the last shred of choice—to crawl back into Hale’s arms and pretend nothing had shifted. To drown in the heat of his touch—safety, comfort, a fragile illusion.I fall back with my spine pressing against the wall.My skin’s clammy. My limbs won’t stop shaking. I can’t get warm.I want to be angry—and I want to fight.But I can’t.All I feel is the ache in my chest where something important used to be.The truth swallowed me whole.My father murdered my mother.And I blamed the wrong m
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 76. The Ice-Cold Reveal
The second the office door slams shut, I know I’m in trouble.Hale’s fury vibrates off the walls like static. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t yell.Hell—that would’ve been much easier to digest. Instead, he moves with sharp, controlled aggression—grabbing the chair by the desk and dragging it across the floor with enough force to make the legs screech.He points. “Sit.”I hesitate, having no clue what he’s about to do—or why he brought me here. I do know without a doubt, it won’t be anything good.He grabs my arm. Not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to remind me he could. Then he shoves me down into the chair with a force that makes my ribs jolt.“Hale—”“Shut up.” He’s already moving around the desk, yanking a USB from his pocket and jamming it into his laptop.My stomach drops.No.No, please.I know what this is.My chest tightens, lungs refusing to pull in air. I shoot up from the chair, heart hammering. “Don’t. Please—don’t do this.”He’s faster. He grabs me mid-panic, hands lik
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 75. Hell On The Rise
Hale’s pov.I wake to a silence that doesn’t feel right.It’s the kind that smothers everything. No low hum from the heating vent. No subtle buzz from the hallway lights. No faint glow from the clock on the nightstand. Just heavy, absolute blackness.I sit up, slowly at first, trying to blink through the dark.The clock is off.The entire room is off.I reach across the bed, aiming for Cali, ready to pull her against me before I get up to check what tripped the breaker. My hand lands on a stack of pillows arranged in a neat row beside me.Not tossed aside like she rolled away in her sleep. No. Perfectly positioned to give off the illusion of someone lying next to me in bed.Fuck. I shoot up from the bed and tear open the drawer. My hand wraps around the Glock. I don’t think twice. I grab a pair of black pants, yank them on, and move.The hallway is dead quiet. The backup generators haven’t kicked in.Which means this wasn’t a power surge. It wasn’t weather. It wasn’t some freak accid
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 74. Tremor In The Night
My footsteps echo low across the kitchen floor. I pace between the long prep counters, dragging a hand through my hair for what must be the hundredth time. My hands won’t stop trembling. My pulse won’t settle.I’m dressed.Tights. Long-sleeved shirt. Sneakers.All black; the goal is to go unnoticed. To move stealthily and undetected—and if I have to run—I’ll run.If I have to fight—I’ll fight.I’m prepared that Hale might wake up and notice something is off. The man is smart. It’s rare anything, or if even likely, that things go unnoticed by him.I know this by now.But I’m hoping by the grace of God, I manage to make it out without any hiccups.I pull the phone from my pocket and power it on. The screen glows to life, and the messages flood in.They’re all from my father.Instructions on what I should do next. Diagrams, security codes, and a single photo of a breaker board.My eyes scan through it all, fast but careful, making sure I don’t miss any vital information.The power grid i
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 73. What Needs To Be Done
It’s sometime past midnight.The room is quiet. Still. Nothing moves except the slow, steady rise of Hale’s chest beside me. The sheets are tangled at our waists. My skin is bare beneath them, and the heat of his body lingers everywhere he touched. His arm lies draped across my stomach, anchoring me there.It would be so easy to fall back asleep like this.But I can’t.Not now—knowing fully what needs to be done.My heart hasn’t stopped racing since I opened my eyes. I’ve been lying here, counting each second, waiting for the right moment.I need to move.I shift slightly, easing my legs free one at a time. Hale’s arm tightens instinctively, pulling me back into him. His face is buried near my shoulder. His breath is slow but deep. I freeze, not daring to breathe.Goodness forbid, if this man wakes up… I close my eyes, exhale a heavy breath, then reopen my eyes.Then I try again.Carefully, I lift his arm and guide it down to the mattress beside me. His fingers twitch but don’t reach
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