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85. Execution Plan
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Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 85. Execution Plan
I stay perfectly still, barely breathing, until the footsteps fade.They pass the office without pause, fading into the deeper corridors of the house. No knock. No interruption. Just the distant murmur of boots on polished floors, then silence again.My lungs unlock with a slow exhale.Only then do I rise—quietly, carefully—and step across the room to the office door. I press it shut until it clicks back into place, then twist the lock, the soft metallic snick echoing too loud in my ears.My hands are shaking as I return to the desk.The chair is still warm from my body when I sit again, but I don’t let myself hesitate. I reach for the drawer, pull it open, and take out the notebook.The leather feels different now. Heavier. Thicker with implication.I open it again.The name is still there.Burke Ford—my father—written in bold, dark ink, underlined once like a heading.I turn the page.And what stares back at me steals the air from my lungs.A layout.Drawn by hand. Detailed. Precise
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 84. The Notebook
I wake up to silence.The kind that feels too deliberate—like the house is holding its breath.The bed is still warm beside me, the sheets rumpled, the scent of him still clinging to the pillow. Tobacco and clove. Male and danger. That addictive blend I’ve come to crave even though I shouldn’t.But Hale is gone.A dull ache pulses in my chest, like the ghost of something sharp. I stretch slowly, each movement tugging at sore muscles and lingering bruises. My body hums with the aftermath of last night—and everything that came after. The weight of him above me. Inside me. The heat of his mouth. The press of his voice in my ear, low and unyielding.The way he held me like he wasn’t planning to let go.But now he’s not here.My fingers slide across the sheets, trailing the imprint of where his body lay. Still warm. He hasn’t been gone long.I blink at the early morning light filtering through the windows, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. Something tugs at the edge of my memory—his v
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 83. Stay Here
By the time we’re inside, I’m already breathless.Hale’s mouth is on my neck as he kicks the bedroom door shut behind us. His grip doesn’t falter once. My thighs are locked around his waist, his arms holding me like I weigh nothing, like he’s carrying a possession he intends to use until there’s nothing left of it.My back hits the mattress seconds later, and he stands at the edge of the bed, eyes dragging over my body like he’s choosing which part of me to ruin first.The bikini is gone within moments. He strips it from me with rough, sure hands, letting the fabric fall somewhere on the floor. I’m bare to him now, my skin hot from the sun and flushed from the inside out.He doesn’t speak.He doesn’t have to.He undresses slowly, methodically, watching my face the entire time. My breathing gets shallow the second he steps out of his pants. He’s already hard, and he knows I’m staring.When he crawls onto the bed, I forget how to breathe entirely.His hands skim up my thighs, spreading
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 82. A New Page
Cali’s pov.The book in my hands is garbage.Some CSI crime fiction thing I grabbed off a bottom shelf in Hale’s library just to feel like I was doing something other than rotting in my own head. I’ve reread the same page five times. Couldn’t even tell you the main character’s name.My legs are stretched out across the lounge chair, toes pointed toward the edge of the pool, face tilted up to catch the sun. It’s warm. Calming. The breeze barely brushes over my skin, the air thick with the faint scent of chlorine and freshly mowed grass.Hale’s estate is so big, so full of stone and glass and steel, that out here feels like a different world entirely. Quiet. Unwatched.He disappeared into his office earlier. I haven’t seen him since.And weirdly, that doesn’t make me feel unsafe anymore.The ache from watching that footage hasn’t left me. I’m not sure it ever will. That image of my mother falling—flowers in her hands, a smile still on her face—it burns behind my eyes like it was tattooe
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 81. Suspicious Business
Hale’s pov.I’m not even fully awake when the phone starts vibrating.I’m still in bed. Still holding her.Cali’s breathing is steady. Her body pressed into mine like she never intends to leave again. I stare at the crown of her head for a second longer than I should before reaching for the device on the nightstand.The screen flashes a name.Louis.One of mine.Quiet. Efficient. Been with me since Prague. He doesn’t call unless it matters.I slide out of bed carefully. Cali stirs but doesn’t wake. I pull on a shirt and step into the hall, shutting the door behind me.“Talk,” I say as I answer.“Got what you wanted on Killian Vale.”My jaw tightens.“And?”“Worse than we thought.”I walk down the hall toward the office, closing the door behind me once I’m in. “Be specific.”He doesn’t hesitate. “Sex trafficking—confirmed. Mostly Eastern European girls. Underage. Drugged. Kept in rotation across three clubs under different owners. But the network’s clean—shell companies, ghost director
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 80. Endearing Silence
Cali’s pov.I wake to warmth.Not just heat, but pressure. An arm heavy around my waist. A firm chest rising behind my back. My legs tangled with his. The covers tucked in tight around us like we haven’t moved in hours.I don’t need to turn my head to know who it is.Hale.I expected to wake alone. Expected cold sheets. Expected to be locked in a different room with nothing but silence and the taste of my own regret.Instead, I’m here. With him.His breathing is deep. Controlled. One hand rests on my stomach, thumb brushing the bare skin just under my navel. He’s not asleep anymore. He’s waiting.I stay still.Because I don’t want this to end.I don’t understand why I’m being allowed to have this moment—why he hasn’t shoved me away yet, forced me to my knees, reminded me of how much I’ve cost him.But I’m not stupid enough to question it out loud.He shifts slightly beneath me and pulls his arm back, like he’s preparing to get up.My hand shoots out and grabs a fistful of his shirt.“
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