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40. Desperate Measures
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I AM YOURS TO PLAY 41. Passion And Defiance
Chapter 41: Passion And Defiance ETHAN’S POVI stood in an opulent room that looked like a hotel, the skyline glittering through the windows, my voice raw from shouting, my thigh throbbing from the old stab wound as I leaned against the bar to steady myself. The argument exploded the moment he dumped me in here, his rough hands still a ghost on my skin. I recoiled from his grip, taking a few steps. “Don’t you get it, Lucian? We can never work out no matter how many times you save me.”Lucian’s eyes blazed, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his fists clenched as he paced. “Why are you such a coward? Why can’t you stand on what you love, Ethan? Why the hell do you keep denying me?” he roared, his voice echoing off the marble floors. “Why the hell are you scared of? What’s more important than my feelings for you?”My chest heaved, tears stinging my eyes. “You don’t get it, Lucian!” I shouted back, my cane slipping as I stepped forward, pain shooting up my leg. “Ryan would have
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 40. Desperate Measures
Chapter 40: Desperate MeasuresLUCIAN’S POVI sat at the head of the polished mahogany table in my penthouse’s private dining room, the Miami skyline glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Three Italians—sleek suits, heavy accents—leaned forward, their eyes sharp as we haggled over a shipment of cocaine and AK-47s, a ten-million-dollar deal to move product through their Sicilian channels. The air was thick with cigar smoke and tension, my fingers drumming the table, my mind half on the numbers, half on Ethan. Five days ago, I’d stormed out of his apartment, his words—“I’m not gay, Lucian. Get the fuck out!”—cutting deeper than any blade. I’d vowed to stay away, but my chest still ached for him.The door creaked, and Marco slipped in, his broad frame tense, his face pale under the dim chandelier. My gut twisted—something was wrong. Not a deal gone south, not Salazar’s goons, but something personal. I raised a hand, cutting off the Italians mid-sentence. “One minute, gentleme
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 39. Framed And Fallen
Chapter 39: Framed And FallenETHAN’S POVI hunched over my laptop in the back booth of a rundown diner on the outskirts of Miami, the smell of stale coffee and grease thick in the air. Five days had passed since Ryan’s threat in the parking garage, his photos of Lucian and me burning in my pocket. My thigh ached, the stab wound from Salazar’s men still raw, forcing me to limp and lean on a cane I hid under the table. I’d locked myself in my apartment since, dodging Reynolds’ calls, sleeping with one eye open, terrified Salazar’s goons would break in again. The train heist case haunted me—Salazar’s hit, Director Hayes’ corruption, and now Ryan’s blackmail. I couldn’t trust anyone, but I couldn’t quit either. There was more to this, secrets buried deeper than I’d scratched. My phone buzzed, Jenna’s name flashing. I hesitated, then answered, keeping my voice low. “What’s up?”“I think I’ve uncovered a major lead,” Jenna said, her voice hushed over the encrypted line. “There was a call
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 38. Blackmail's Grip
Chapter 38: Blackmail’s GripETHAN’S POVThe parking garage under the FBI field office smelled of exhaust pipe and concrete, the fluorescent lights buzzing as I limped out of my car, my thigh throbbing from the stab wound Salazar left a week ago. I leaned against the door, wincing, my cane tapping the ground. Reynolds’ call this morning, his voice sharp with disappointment, had dragged me here despite the pain. I knew I had to come even though my injuries stood as a barrier, I planned on lying about the cause of my injuries. I couldn’t tell Reynolds or any Agent how I got hurt—explaining the kidnapping would unravel the truth about Salazar and Director Hayes, a truth I wasn’t ready to share yet. I locked my car, the beep echoing, and started for the entrance, each step a fire in my leg.A shadow moved ahead—Ryan Kessler, his badge glinting, his smirk cold as he stepped into my path. I veered left, but he sidestepped, blocking me. I tried right, and he moved again, his eyes glinting w
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 37. Planting Lies
Chapter 37: Planting LiesRYAN’S POVI leaned back in my chair, the dim glow of my laptop screen casting shadows across my motel room, a shithole on the edge of Miami where nobody asked questions. My cousin Viktor’s call last night still burned in my ears—Ethan had cracked the train heist case, tied it to Salazar’s syndicate and Director Hayes’ dirty hands. That stubborn fucker was going to ruin everything, and Viktor’s plan to shut him up—kidnapping him, cutting him up—had failed because Lucian Moretti played hero again. Everything I’d done to get rid of him had proved abortive. Trying to link him to this train heist was something I had to do at the last minute. I knew that the FBI would sit up once it became a case that Moretti played the villian, I knew it and that was why we did it and put the blame on Lucian. But still our plans had failed to work. I smirked, my fingers tapping the keyboard. If Plan A didn’t work then maybe Plan B and C would. Thanks to the admin credentials D
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 36. Blood And Chains
Chapter 36: Blood And Chains ETHAN’S POVThe shower’s hot spray stung my skin, but it couldn’t wash away the guilt clawing my chest. I leaned against the tiled wall in my apartment, alone, Sarah’s absence a rare relief. The truth about the train heist—Salazar’s syndicate, not Lucian’s, backed by corrupt FBI brass like Director Hayes—burned in my mind, a secret too dangerous to share. The urge to pick up my phone and call Lucian to apologize for not letting him speak his truth that day at the beach house, was overwhelming but I knew I couldn’t do that. I sobbed, the water mixing with tears as I slid to the floor, my knees buckling under the weight of my mistake. I stayed there, shivering, until the water ran cold. Dragging myself out, I pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt, my movements sluggish. In the kitchen, I microwaved a frozen burrito, the hum of the appliance loud in the silent apartment. I sat on the couch, the TV flickering with some late-night crime show, but my eyes didn’t
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