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A Cum For The Mafia Boss
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2026-08-16 12:14:03
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Chapter 65One week felt longer than it should have.I spent most of it in my apartment with the blinds half-drawn, phone on Do Not Disturb, replaying every moment of that night until the edges blurred. Michael’s kiss. Michi’s confession. The way both of them had looked at me like they were starving. The anger had faded into something heavier…a tired, aching clarity that sat low in my gut and between my legs whenever I thought about them too long.I couldn’t choose.Choosing one meant losing the other. Losing either of them felt impossible. They had been the twin constants in my life since I was eleven. The idea of a future where one of them stepped back so the other could have me made my chest hurt in a way I couldn’t breathe around.So on the eighth day I texted them both the same message:Come over. Both of you. We need to talk.They arrived within twenty minutes of each other. Michi first, then Michael. They stood in my small living room looking almost mirror-like in their discomf
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Michael's povThe door shut behind Michi with a soft, final click.I stood in the middle of my own living room with my hands braced on the kitchen counter and the silence pressing in from every side. Mirabel hadn’t moved. She was still standing near the couch, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the place where my brother had been like she could still see the shape of him in the air.My pulse was still slamming in my throat. The things I had said kept replaying in my head, sharper now that he was gone. *You’re my brother. She’s our Mirabel. You don’t get to just decide.* I had sounded righteous. Protective. Like the only thing I was angry about was the secret.It wasn’t.I was angry because the second I heard him say the words *I’m in love with you*, something ugly and panicked had opened in my chest. Because I had been carrying the same weight for years and I had never once let it out of my mouth. Because the thought of her choosing him — of her looking at the face that was almos
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The television was still on when Michael finally went to bed.Mirabel stayed. She always stayed when it was the two of us. The lamp in the corner of the living room threw a soft amber circle across the couch, and she had tucked her legs under herself the way she had been doing since we were teenagers. My arm rested along the back of the cushions, close enough that her hair sometimes brushed my wrist when she moved. Tonight she wasn’t laughing.“You’re quiet,” she said.“Long day.”She turned her head and looked at me the way only she ever did — like she could see past the face I shared with my twin and straight into whatever I was trying to hide. Michael and I were identical to most people. Same height, same dark hair, same voice. Mirabel had never once mixed us up. She said it was the eyes. She said mine were softer.I stared at the dark television screen so I wouldn’t have to meet her gaze. The fear I had carried for eleven years pressed against the back of my teeth.“Mirabel.”“Yea
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I learned early that being an Omega in this city meant keeping my head down.That night the lesson came with fists.They cornered me behind the old laundry on 9th. Three of them, all Betas, laughing like it was a game. I was nineteen, small for a werewolf, scent soft and sweet the way Omegas are, and I had never learned how to throw a punch that mattered. The first hit took the air out of my lungs. The second split my lip. I went down hard on the wet pavement and curled in on myself while they kicked whatever they could reach. Someone spat on me. Someone else called me a fragile little bitch who should have stayed in heat clinics where I belonged.When they finally got bored and left, I stayed on the ground until the shaking slowed. My ribs hurt. My left eye was already swelling. I dragged myself up and started the long walk home because the buses had stopped running and I had no one to call.I didn’t make it far.My legs gave out two blocks from the industrial docks. I stumbled into
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His shoulder stayed warm against mine for a long time.The television kept throwing pale light across the floor. Neither of us reached for the remote. I could feel every small breath he took, the way his body had gone still in that careful way people get when they’re thinking too hard. My own pulse hadn’t slowed since the kiss. I kept waiting for him to pull away and tell me to leave. He didn’t.Instead Victor shifted just enough that his mouth was closer to my ear.“Do it again.”I turned my head. Our faces were inches apart. His eyes were dark and uncertain in the low light, but there was something stubborn underneath the uncertainty.“Vic—”“I need to check.” His voice was quiet, almost rough. “I keep waiting for it to feel wrong the way it’s supposed to. Kiss me again.”I should have said no. I should have protected both of us from whatever came next. Instead I leaned in and pressed my mouth to his, slower this time, giving him every chance to turn away.He didn’t turn away.The s
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I had been careful for six years.Six years of laughing at the right moments, of pulling my hand back before it could linger, of making sure I never stared too long when Victor pulled his shirt off after practice or fell asleep on my couch with his mouth slightly open. Six years of treating the way my chest tightened around him like a problem I could outrun if I just stayed busy enough.Victor was the kind of straight that never had to think about it. He’d said it casually over the years—jokes about guys who “switched teams,” a visible flinch when two men kissed in a movie, the way he once changed the subject hard when a mutual friend came out. He never said anything cruel. He just made it clear, without ever needing to raise his voice, that it wasn’t for him. That it would never be for him.I knew. I had always known. And I still couldn’t stop.That night we were at his apartment because his girlfriend had just dumped him in the middle of a restaurant and he hadn’t wanted to be alone
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