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88. Mechanical
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Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 88. Mechanical
Cali’s pov.Dinner is beautiful.Obscene, really.A bone-in ribeye steak, perfectly seared, glistening with garlic-thyme butter and resting beside a bed of truffle-infused mashed potatoes. There’s a stack of charred broccolini dusted with pink sea salt, and a delicate drizzle of red wine jus over the plate, like an artist signed their name in sauce.A glass of Château Margaux gleams to the left of the gold-rimmed plate, catching the chandelier’s light and bleeding it into the deep, garnet red of the wine.It looks like a meal meant for kings. Or assassins in suits.And I’m alone.I drag my fork slowly through the potatoes, take a small bite. My body’s hungry—my mind is not. I chew mechanically, my eyes drifting toward the empty seat across from me.He usually sits there. When he eats with me. When he’s not too busy brooding in his office or barking orders in some war room I’m not allowed to enter.I haven’t heard from him all day. No texts. No calls. Not even a shadow of his presence
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 87. The Confrontation
Cali’s pov.The sun is high when I finally give up waiting for the phone to ring.I’ve checked it three times already today—once in the bedroom, again by the windowsill, and then shamelessly by the pool, towel wrapped tight around me like that would somehow shield me from the ache settling in my chest.Nothing. No missed calls. No messages.I should be used to this by now. Silence. Distance. The way Hale leaves without telling me anything, expecting obedience in the absence of answers.But after the last two nights—after the way he looked at me, touched me, held me—I guess I expected… more.I lean back on the lounger, arms stretched above my head, letting the warmth of the sun soak into my skin. It’s peaceful here. Ridiculously so. The water glitters, glassy and blue, disturbed only by the slow ripple of the breeze.And yet, beneath it all, I’m restless.My body aches in a way that has nothing to do with the bruises or the fading heat between my thighs. It’s my mind. My nerves. My che
Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King 86. Belle
Belle's pov.I stopped counting the days after the locks changed.There’s no point anymore. The sun still rises through the tinted windows, but I don’t know what day it is. What time. I only know the routine. Wake up. Wash. Eat. Stay quiet. Pretend. Repeat.I’m not in a bedroom. I’m in a cell with silk sheets and a vanity full of red lipsticks. Every inch of this place is curated to look soft, luxurious. But the air is wrong. Still. Cold. Like even the house knows what’s coming.I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the breakfast tray that was slid in an hour ago. Toast. Fruit. Black coffee. Always the same. If I don’t eat it, someone will come in and feed me. Or worse—Burke might come himself.The first time that happened, he didn’t say a word. Just sat on the bed, cut the toast into neat triangles, and placed them one by one on a porcelain plate beside me.He called it kindness. I call it control.I nibble a corner of toast now just to avoid him.The silence stretches.Somewhere
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
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