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53. Family's Betrayal
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I AM YOURS TO PLAY 56. Mafia's Wrath
Chapter 56: Mafia’s WrathLUCIAN’S POVThe private jet hummed at 40,000 feet, the cabin dim, the only light coming from my iPad’s glow as I scrolled through encrypted messages, my fingers tapping with precision. The $30 million cocaine shipment deal with the Calabrese syndicate in Italy consumed my focus, every detail a matter of life or death—routes, contacts, payoffs. I sat in a leather seat, my black shirt open at the collar, my jaw tight, my mind locked on the job. Ethan’s face—his bruised jaw, his rejection in his driveway—tried to creep in, but I shoved it down, buried it under the weight of business. Marco sat across from me, his laptop open, his eyes scanning data, while my two trusted enforcers, Vinny and Carlo, lounged near the back, their guns holstered but ready. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that came with deals this big. Marco leaned forward, his voice low, steady. “Boss, the Calabrese are waiting at Club Velluto in Naples. Three of them—Donato, the
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 55. Office Bloodshed
Chapter 55: Office BloodshedRYAN’S POVThe morning sun sliced through the blinds of my downtown Miami apartment, casting sharp shadows across the hardwood floor, the light glinting off the empty whiskey bottles scattered on the counter. I stood at the window, shirtless, my boxers loose, a glass of whiskey burning my throat despite the early hour—7:42 a.m., the clock mocking my restless night. Behind me, on the rumpled bed, a hooker from the club last night sprawled naked, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, her breathing soft, her body a reminder of the fleeting escape I’d chased in her arms. I didn’t know her name, didn’t care—she was just another way to drown out the noise in my head, the thoughts that gnawed at me: Ethan and Sarah, a tangled mess I couldn’t untie.I sipped the whiskey, its burn sharp, my eyes narrowing as I stared at the city below, the street of Miami humming with life, oblivious to my rage. Sarah’s text from three days ago replayed in my mind, her words smug
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 54. Retribution's Wrath
Chapter 54: Retribution’s WrathLUCIAN’S POVThe study was my sanctuary, the Miami skyline a blur through the window as I stood shirtless, sweat still clinging to my skin from the gym, a Cuban cigar smoldering between my fingers. I’d been sober for three days, fighting the urge to drown in whiskey, to numb the shame that burned since I’d mistaken Marco for Ethan, my lips on his, my hands desperate for a ghost. I avoided Marco, his presence a reminder of my weakness, my heart still raw from Ethan’s betrayal—his silence, his absence, the void he’d left when I woke from the coma. I exhaled, smoke curling, my chest tight, trying to bury the ache under work, under control, under the empire I’d built on blood and fear.A knock broke the silence, sharp, insistent. Marco’s voice came through, hesitant. “Boss, I got something you need to hear.” I knew it was him, his knock familiar, but I didn’t turn, my back to the door, my voice flat. “Come in.”The door creaked, his boots heavy on the hard
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 53. Family's Betrayal
Chapter 53: Family’s BetrayalETHAN’S POVDarkness cloaked the bedroom when I woke, my head pounding like a jackhammer, my body heavy, a strange ache pulsing in my groin. I blinked, disoriented, the air thick with a stillness that felt wrong. My skin was clammy, the blanket rough against my bare legs—bare everything. I was naked, not a stitch on me, not even the boxers I’d been wearing when I sat on the couch with my meal, sipping the orange juice Sarah handed me. The clock on the nightstand glowed 9:23 p.m., hours vanished, stolen from me. I turned, my breath catching—Sarah lay beside me, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow, her body bare under the sheets, her breathing slow, deliberate. My stomach twisted, a sick realization clawing at me. Something had happened, something I didn’t remember. My hands shook as I stumbled out of bed, my legs unsteady as I struggled to get out of bed. Then it all started to make sense—the juice, her smile, the haze that followed—it hit me like a
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 52. Financial Chains
Chapter 52: Financial Chains SARAH’S POVThe morning light sliced through the bedroom curtains, stinging my eyes as I woke, my stomach churning with a nausea that wouldn’t quit. I rolled over, the sheets cold, Ethan’s side of the bed empty—again. A week had passed since our wedding, and he hadn’t slept beside me once, choosing the living room couch or disappearing altogether, his absence was a quiet rebellion. I stumbled to the bathroom, my bare feet slapping the hardwood, and knelt over the toilet, retching, the sour taste of bile coating my tongue. I wiped my mouth with a trembling hand, my reflection in the mirror a ghost—pale skin, sunken eyes, blonde hair tangled from restless sleep. Ethan wasn’t here, probably out on one of his morning runs, trying to outrun his misery. I smirked, bitter, knowing he was broke, his bank accounts under my control, his life unraveling exactly as I’d planned.I’d known he was done for when Ryan called last week, his voice dripping with smug satisf
I AM YOURS TO PLAY 51. Vows Of Sorrow
Chapter 51: Vows Of SorrowETHAN’S POVThe bank’s waiting room was a sterile cage, the fluorescent lights buzzing like a swarm of wasps, their glare reflecting off the glass partition and into my bloodshot eyes. I slumped in a creaky plastic chair, my suit wrinkled, my stubble patchy, my body heavy with exhaustion. Sleep had been a stranger for weeks, my nights haunted by Lucian’s bloodied face, his body shielding mine from the bomb that tore through my car three months ago. My thigh still ached, the scar a constant reminder of my cowardice—running from him, from us, to save my reputation. My phone sat useless in my hand, the bank app flashing Access Denied for the seventh day straight, my savings and salary locked away. I needed money, needed answers, needed something to stop my life from slipping through my fingers like ash.“Mr. Caldwell!” the teller’s voice snapped, sharp and irritated, the second time she’d called. I flinched, getting up as I shuffled to her desk, my leg protes
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