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17. A Stolen Moment
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I AM YOURS TO PLAY 23. A Bullet And A Painting
Chapter 23: A Bullet And A PaintingETHAN’S POVFour agonizing days bled into one another, locked in the dank chamber, the clank of my chains a relentless echo against the rough stone walls. The air reeked of mold and rust, my wrists chafed raw where the iron cuffs gnawed into my flesh. I slumped against the cold floor, my body heavy with exhaustion, my spirit fraying with each breath. Whispers seeped through the thick door—gruff voices of Lucian’s thugs, their boots scuffing as they delivered stale bread and tepid water. Their words painted a grim tapestry: “The syndicate is under attack… Lucian’s losing ground… a traitor’s spilling secrets…” My heart clenched, piecing together the chaos. Lucian battled rival mobs, his empire was teetering, a traitor within his ranks fueling the fire. The goons’ murmurs grew tense, their tones laced with fear. “Don’t cross him—keep the prisoner fed, might ease his rage.” Their concern for Lucian twisted something inside me, a pang I buried deep.
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 22. Dead Or Alive
Chapter 22: Dead Or Alive SARAH’S POVThe morning sun barely clawed through the cracked blinds of Ethan’s bedroom, casting jagged shadows across the white walls as I paced the room, my stiletto heels stabbing the wooden floorboards with every furious step. One month had dragged by since Ethan vanished into thin air, his phone dead, his weekly cash drops to his foster leeches—and me—vanishing like smoke. My patience frayed, I snatched my phone from the beautiful white couch as it buzzed, Ethan’s foster mother Margaret’s name glaring on the screen. I pressed it to my ear, forcing a quiver into my voice, my free hand twisting a strand of hair. “Mrs. Caldwell? Any word on Ethan?”Her voice sliced through, shrill and frantic, tinged with desperation that masked her greed. “Sarah, it’s been one month! No calls, no money—nothing! The rent’s past due, the landlord’s threatening eviction, and we’re out of food. You’re his fiancée—come with us to the Field Office. We need answers!” Her words
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 21. My Obsession
Chapter 21: My Obsession LUCIAN’S POVI woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains, the warmth of Ethan’s body still pressed against mine from the night before. Our first real kiss lingered in my mind, a fierce, needy collision that had left me breathless, his lips yielding under mine without the usual shame. My heart swelled, a giddy flutter I hadn’t felt in years, as I lay there, watching his chest rise and fall, his eyes closed in peaceful sleep. Last night, that moment of vulnerability—our shared tears, our broken pasts—had cemented something between us, a bond I dared to call love. I believed he felt it too, that he was falling for me, the man I’d searched for since that alley in Chicago. My guy, my salvation, finally mine. A smile tugged at my lips, and I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, my bare feet padding across the cool floor.Downstairs, I retreated to my study, the opulent room lined with dark wood and shelves of ledgers. Shi
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 20. Where Is Agent Caldwell?
Chapter 20: Where Is Agent Caldwell?RYAN’S POVThe clock on my office wall ticked past 10:47 PM, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a swarm of angry bees, as I paced the cramped space, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles whitened. A glass paperweight sat heavy in my hand, its cool surface a stark contrast to the fire raging in my chest. The phone call from Viktor—my cousin, that incompetent bastard—still echoed in my ears, his voice trembling as he recounted the disaster. Lucian Moretti had stormed the warehouse, guns blazing, and snatched Ethan Caldwell from their grasp, turning our perfect plan into a smoking ruin. I hurled the paperweight at the wall, the crash of shattering glass punctuating my rage, shards scattering across the linoleum floor like the fragments of my patience.“Damn it!” I roared, my voice bouncing off the cinder block walls, my breath coming in short, furious bursts. Why the hell was Ethan still alive? Why did that bastard keep surviving? Every a
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 19. A Fragile Trust
Chapter 19: A Fragile Trust ETHAN’S POVI perched on the edge of the bed in a shadowed corner of Lucian’s mansion, the room cloaked in a heavy silence broken only by the faint drip of a faucet somewhere down the hall. The air carried a sterile tang, mingling with the raw, acrid scent of the burn mark on my arm—a jagged, blistered wound left by Viktor Salazar’s cigar. My hands shook as I pressed a damp cloth to the tender flesh, each touch igniting a sharp stab of pain that radiates up my arm, my fingers slick with a mix of water and the faint traces of ointment someone had smeared on earlier. My body ached, a symphony of bruises and welts from the flogging, my ribs throbbing with every shallow breath I forced into my lungs. The ordeal replayed in my mind like a relentless nightmare—the crack of leather against my skin, the searing heat of that cigar, Viktor’s mocking laughter echoing as his men tore into me. A shudder ran through me, and a tear slipped free, tracing a warm path down
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 18. An Ambush
Chapter 18: An AmbushLUCIAN’S POVThe low rumble of the SUV’s engine vibrated through my bones as we carved a path toward Miami International Airport, the city’s neon lights fading into the gray dawn. Marco sat to my right, his hair a stark silhouette against the tinted window, his dark eyes scanning the horizon with the precision of a seasoned enforcer, his Glock resting casually on his thigh. The driver, a wiry man named Tony, kept his grip steady on the wheel, his focus unyielding, while two additional SUV’s trailed us, each packed with six of my best men—hardened killers loyal to the Moretti Syndicate. The air inside the vehicle was thick with tension, the scent of leather and gun oil mingling with my anticipation. I was headed to Mexico for a business deal, a multimillion-dollar transaction involving cocaine and high-grade weapons, a move that would solidify my grip on the Southeast drug trade and flood my coffers with cash. My mind buzzed with the details, every contingency m
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