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10 mountain men 6

Author: Faithuba
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The first thing she noticed was the blood.

It dripped down the drain behind the glass counter. It stained the apron he wore. It painted his hands, dark red and thick.

The second thing she noticed was him.

Massive. Silent. Unbothered by her presence.

He stood behind the butcher block with a cleaver in hand, chopping through bone like it was paper. His arms bulged beneath the rolled sleeves of his shirt. His beard was streaked with silver. His eyes? Focused. Unapologetically male.

Lena hesitated at the entrance. The mountain market was almost empty, the lights flickering above her head. She was only supposed to pick up supplies for the cabin she rented.

She wasn’t supposed to stop here.

Definitely not supposed to stare.

He looked up once. Met her gaze.

Didn’t smile.

Didn’t speak.

Just watched her like he could see under her skin.

“Need something?” His voice was deep, rough as rawhide.

She cleared her throat. “I—yeah. Um… a few cuts of steak?”

He turned without another word and moved tow
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  • Forbidden Affairs    10 mountain men 10

    They said no one lived up here anymore.Not since the murders. Not since the fire.The cabin had been abandoned, forgotten, reclaimed by the woods. The trail leading to it was overgrown. The air grew colder the deeper she hiked, like the trees themselves were warning her back.But she’d seen something.A figure in her camera lens. A shape in the window. Something watching.Ghost hunting had started as a TikTok gimmick. But this? This was real. This was different.When she reached the clearing, the cabin stood in the center like a grave marker. Burnt at the edges. Windows boarded. Door half-hanging. Smoke rose faintly from the chimney.She crept up the steps and knocked once.Twice.The door creaked open.And there he was.Tall. Silent. Dressed in black from neck to boot. A hood hung low over his face, shadows hiding his eyes. His chest rose with breath. Broad. Quiet. Still.“I thought this place was abandoned,” she said.“It was,” he murmured.His voice was low. Velvet laced with stee

  • Forbidden Affairs    10 mountain men 9

    The sign outside read: JACK’S AUTO — NO BULLSHIT. NO CREDIT. CASH ONLY.It was the last working shop before the mountains swallowed the road completely. Her dashboard had started smoking an hour ago. Now the engine was hissing, the hood too hot to touch. Of course it would break down here. Of course her phone had no bars.She killed the ignition and stepped out.The sun had already dipped behind the hills. The garage bay was open, music blasting from a rusted speaker overhead. The scent of oil, sweat, and burnt rubber wrapped around her.Then he stepped out from under the car.Tall. Filthy. Covered in grease from his fingertips to his biceps. His jeans clung low on his hips, blackened by years of oil stains. His white tank top was soaked in sweat and motor fluid. A wrench hung from his hand like it belonged there more than she belonged anywhere.And his eyes?Dark. Sharp. Hungry.He looked at her like she wasn’t a customer… but a problem he intended to take apart.“You the one who dri

  • Forbidden Affairs    10 mountain men 8

    Locals called it the scarred mountain.Miners used to say the hills bled there. The shafts were sealed now, the tunnels abandoned decades ago after the last cave-in. No one hiked that way anymore. No tourists. No rangers. No cameras.But she wasn’t like most people.She liked things people were afraid of.And when a bartender told her there was still a man living up there — in the old mining house no one dared to enter — she grabbed her camera, laced her boots, and hiked straight into the story.She found the cabin at sunset.It leaned against the edge of the ravine like it might collapse with a hard wind. The wood was faded gray. The door hung crooked on rusted hinges. It looked dead.Still, she knocked.Nothing.She knocked again.Then she heard it — boots. Slow. Heavy.The door swung open.And she forgot how to breathe.He stood in the shadowed doorway like a warning. Broad. Bare-chested. His body was carved from muscle and pain, marred by thick scars that crisscrossed his chest, h

  • Forbidden Affairs    10 mountain men 7

    She’d never seen a sky so dark.The clouds had rolled in fast, swallowing the sun. Rain threatened on the edges of the wind. Her GPS was dead. The ranger map had led her to a dead end. And now she was alone, somewhere deep in the northern ranges.Then she saw it.A tower.Tall. Narrow. A silhouette against the coming storm.She climbed.Each step up the metal ladder was slick with mist. Her pack banged against her spine. The sky cracked with thunder above, and she was only halfway up.By the time she reached the top and knocked on the lookout door, her fingers were frozen and her teeth chattering.No answer.She tried again.Still nothing.Just as she turned to descend, the door creaked open.And there he was.Backlit by firelight. Shirtless. Silent.He had a hunter’s stillness — that quiet, lethal calm of someone who didn’t speak unless necessary. His hair was dark, his eyes darker. A thick line of hair trailed down his muscled chest. A cigarette hung from his lips. He didn’t ask why

  • Forbidden Affairs    10 mountain men 6

    The first thing she noticed was the blood.It dripped down the drain behind the glass counter. It stained the apron he wore. It painted his hands, dark red and thick.The second thing she noticed was him.Massive. Silent. Unbothered by her presence.He stood behind the butcher block with a cleaver in hand, chopping through bone like it was paper. His arms bulged beneath the rolled sleeves of his shirt. His beard was streaked with silver. His eyes? Focused. Unapologetically male.Lena hesitated at the entrance. The mountain market was almost empty, the lights flickering above her head. She was only supposed to pick up supplies for the cabin she rented.She wasn’t supposed to stop here.Definitely not supposed to stare.He looked up once. Met her gaze.Didn’t smile.Didn’t speak.Just watched her like he could see under her skin.“Need something?” His voice was deep, rough as rawhide.She cleared her throat. “I—yeah. Um… a few cuts of steak?”He turned without another word and moved tow

  • Forbidden Affairs    10 mountain men 5

    The cabin looked abandoned.Paint peeled off the sides like it had forgotten color. The porch sagged. The woods were too quiet.But Olivia had no choice.Her tire was shredded. Her phone was dead. And she hadn’t seen another car in over an hour.She climbed the creaking steps and knocked.No answer.Then she heard it — the click of a rifle behind the door.Her breath caught.The door opened slowly.And he stepped out.He was tall. Broader than the doorframe. His shirt hung open, revealing a chest covered in scars and ink. One eye was bruised. His beard looked days old. But it was his eyes that made her flinch — dark, unreadable, like he’d seen the world end and never came back.She tried to speak.Nothing came out.“Lost?” he said, voice rough as gravel.“My… my car. Back tire. Blew out. I don’t have signal.”He looked past her, toward the trail. Said nothing.“I just need to make a call,” she added. “Or borrow a radio?”He grunted.“You shouldn’t be here.”“I didn’t have a choice.”H

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