LOGIN“Stop trying to run away from my Liam, you belong to me alone.” Elijah groaned, kissing my neck and stroking my cock. I hated his guts, but his body, his body was my salvation. “Now say the magic words.” “I want you to fuck me,” i pleaded. In the world of the blue moon Mafia, love between men is forbidden. But when Liam Sabesto sacrifices himself to marry Elijah Lonardo, the ruthless heir to the Mafia throne, he’s pulled into a deadly game of lust, loyalty and power. Elijah has wanted Liam for years, and now that he has him, he’ll never let him go. Even if it means defying his father, destroying the Mafia, and killing anyone who dares to take Liam away. A dark BL Mafia romance where love is the ultimate sin, and Elijah won't stop until Liam is his.
View MoreChapter 17Elijah’s POVAs much as my thoughts were tangled around Liam, there was another truth I couldn’t ignore.My father.The moment I was told he had arrived, I knew—this was not a visit. My father didn’t come to see me out of concern, or curiosity, or affection. He didn’t show up because he missed his son. He came only when something was burning, when something threatened the empire he had built with blood and fear.And yet, when I stepped into his presence, I made sure my face betrayed nothing.No tension.No worry.No guilt.I wore calm like armor.I let him study me. I could feel his sharp gaze sweeping over my face, measuring my posture, my breathing, the set of my jaw—searching for cracks. He had always been good at reading people, especially me. He wanted to know if I was shaken. If I was worried. If killing Mr. Daniels had rattled me.It hadn’t.Or at least, that’s what I wanted him to believe.I walked straight to the study, the same room he always claimed whenever he v
Chapter 16Elijah’s POVI wanted to lie.I wanted to pretend that my heart wasn’t betraying me—that it didn’t race every single time Liam’s fingers brushed against mine, that it didn’t react like I’d been struck by lightning whenever he leaned too close. But there was no point lying to myself anymore. My body answered to him before my mind even caught up.Every touch was an electric shock.When he tended to my wound, his hands careful yet trembling, I knew I should’ve been in pain. The bullet had torn into my shoulder, and any sane man would’ve been clenching his teeth, fighting the agony.Instead, all I could feel was him.His closeness.His scent.The way his brows pulled together in concentration, lips parted slightly as he worked.And when he kissed me—just once, soft and instinctive—the pain disappeared entirely. It was as if his lips erased it, like it had never existed. For those few seconds, the world went silent, and there was nothing wrong with me at all.I forgot the blood.
Chapter 14Liam’s POVSomeone needed to wake me up.This couldn’t be real.Ever since I stepped foot into Elijah’s mansion—since the moment I was dragged into his world and officially became part of his mafia—I had learned one undeniable truth: death lived here. It walked the hallways, sat at the dinner table, breathed in every room. Elijah had blood on his hands, more than I could ever count, and until now, I had managed to look away from it. I had heard the stories, the whispers, the rumors… but seeing was different.This was the worst place anyone could ever be.You didn’t just hear about violence here. You lived it. You felt it seep into your bones.If someone had told me that Mr. Daniels would die because of a few insults, I would’ve laughed in their face. But the moment he started spewing filth from his mouth, mocking Elijah with that smug, superior tone—something changed.I felt it.His anger.It wasn’t loud at first. It didn’t explode. It simmered. It burned low and deadly, li
Chapter 14Liam’s POVWhat the hell was really going on between Elijah and Mr. Daniels?I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just about bidding wars or broken rules. Mr. Daniels’ face was painfully familiar—too familiar. I had seen him countless times growing up, seated comfortably in my father’s study, sipping expensive liquor as if our home belonged to him. He was always there for “business,” always smiling too thinly, his eyes cold and calculating.So why did he look at Elijah now as though Elijah had stolen something precious from him?No—as though Elijah had destroyed him.The tension between them was thick, heavy, almost alive. It pulsed in the air, vibrating under my skin. This wasn’t just rivalry. This was personal. Something ugly. Something old.Power.That was what they were both after—power, influence, legacy. And from the looks of it, Elijah’s father had won that battle long ago. Mr. Daniels was powerful, yes, but Elijah’s family ruled the city like kings. And men
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