LOGIN“Touch me again, and I swear I’ll kiss you just to ruin you.” He was supposed to guard me—not make me feel like burning. After a near-fatal poisoning, mafia heir Renzo D’Amico wakes up trapped in a countryside safehouse under the watch of a mute, brooding bodyguard with a face carved from stone and eyes that never look away. Bram Hale doesn’t speak. He doesn’t smile. And he definitely doesn’t care—until he does. Renzo’s used to playing with fire, but Bram? He is the fire. Cold. Controlled. Deadly. They clash. They burn. And somewhere between survival, secrets, and stolen glances… a line gets crossed. But someone still wants Renzo dead. And this time, his heart might not survive the fallout.
View MoreRENZO POVRain clung to the windows like sweat, the wipers working overtime but the tension inside the car made it hard to breathe. Bram’s hands stayed locked on the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw tight.I couldn’t fucking breathe. My heart had nearly flown out of my chest. My shoulder throbbed—bruised. I turned toward the driver’s seat, eyes catching on Bram. He was bleeding at the side of his head. The guard up front looked dazed, blinking like he’d just snapped back into reality.Suddenly, the guard jolted, shoved open the door, and stumbled out. A second later, the back door swung open and he dropped to his knees beside me.“Sir, are you okay?” he asked, breath shaking. Then he bowed.“I deserve to die… I failed to protect you.”I rolled my eyes.My gaze met Bram’s in the rearview mirror.“Get down. I’ll drive.”He didn’t say a word. Just stepped out of the car like it was nothing. I climbed into the driver’s seat. Bram slid into the passenger side, quiet as ever.“Boss, you
RENZO POV“Do you jerk off moaning the name of the guy you hate?”My breath snagged. Pulse skipped—then pounded like a fucking war drum.What the actual fuck.How did he know?I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared at the message like it might rewrite itself. Like maybe if I looked long enough, it would disappear.But it didn’t.A flush crept up my neck, hot and humiliating. My fingers gripped the phone too tightly. My thumb hovered over the screen, but I couldn’t respond. Couldn’t even think straight.I bolted.Didn’t care if he saw me leave. Didn’t care if I looked like a damn coward. I just needed to get away. I slammed the door behind me, flung myself onto the bed, and buried my face into the pillow like it could smother the memory of that text.But it replayed in my head, word for fucking word.“Do you jerk off moaning the name of the guy you hate?”What the hell? How did he even know?I shot upright, panic blooming in my chest. My gaze swept the room. Paranoia kicked in hard.
RENZO POVMy eyes widened in shock, the breath knocked clean out of my lungs at the scene in front of me.Bram.And some random guy.Fucking.The guy’s eyes went wide the moment he saw me standing in the doorway.“What the fuck, Bram? You said no one was coming in!” he shouted, clearly knowing him. But Bram didn’t stop. Not for me. Not for anything.He pulled out of the guy’s ass, stroking his thick cock with slow, deliberate movements, then slapped the guy’s ass hard. The moan that followed was filthy—like he was made for it. Then Bram slid a finger inside him again, deep, as he kept stroking himself, his cold eyes locked on mine.I swallowed hard, a dry lump caught in my throat. My feet were frozen in place.“Yes, Bram… fuck, Daddy. I’ve always loved your cock,” the guy moaned like he wasn’t just being watched. Like he wanted me to see.“What the fuck is wrong with you two?!” I shouted, finally finding my voice. “Bram, is this what I’m paying you for?!”The guy smirked over his shou
RENZO POVArms wrapped around me, stopping me mid-fall.One second I was falling, bracing for hardwood and humiliation. The next, my face slammed into something solid. Hard. Warm.A chest.A broad, unmoving chest.And then—God—my lips hit skin.Warm skin.My eyes flew open, breath caught in my throat. My mouth was pressed against his neck. Bram’s neck. I could feel the pulse beneath his skin, steady and indifferent, like mine wasn’t thundering like a damn war drum.I gasped and shoved myself back, heat crawling up my spine as I stumbled out of his grip.He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. Just stared down at me like he’d caught a leaf falling out of the sky. Like it meant nothing.I cleared my throat, stepping away quickly. “I would’ve said thank you,” I said flatly, like my heart wasn’t still racing, “but you’re paid to protect me.”No reaction. Of course not.I turned and stormed outside, needing air, distance, anything but the static buzzing under my skin.The cars were already parked


















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