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2025-11-02 15:14:41The next shot was set in the luxurious lobby of The Reich Hotel, where Jay was staying. The collaboration was with Chiara’s company, Illiam Entertainment, and the set was buzzing with staff adjusting lighting, props, and cameras.
Jay sat in the makeup chair, a stylist brushing his hair while another adjusted his perfectly tailored suit. He muttered under his breath, frustrated, “Ugh… why do I have to look like a model for this?”
The hotel staff and crew couldn’t help but glance at him. Some whispered, others blushed—the way his dark eyes scanned the room, calm and controlled, made everyone pause. Even the props team stared a little too long.
Amanda, one of the assistants, nudged a colleague. “He… he’s really something, isn’t he?”
“Yeah,” her friend whispered back. “Like… unreal.”
Through the lobby, Rafe Bianchi passed, his tall frame and sharp features immediately drawing attention. The group went silent as his dark eyes scanned the room. His gaze lingered on Jay, calm but assessing, as though reading him like an open book.
One of Rafe’s men approached quietly. “Sir, we’ve confirmed—he’s an Omega.”
Rafe’s lips curved into a faint, cold smile. “I like him,” he said quietly, almost to himself. His expression hardened, icy and unreadable.
“But… sir, he’s undercover,” the man reminded him cautiously.
Rafe’s smile didn’t waver. His eyes never left Jay. “Then I’ll handle him myself,” he said, his voice low, lethal. He turned and walked toward his sleek black car parked outside.
Meanwhile, the photo shoot carried on. Jay posed effortlessly as photographers clicked furiously, stylists whispered over each other, and assistants blushed at his striking features.
Even outside the shoot, people couldn’t help noticing. A few hotel guests lingered, stealing glances at the camera flashes reflecting off Jay’s suit.
Chiara walked confidently across the set, commanding attention. “He’s working under me,” she announced proudly, addressing a small group of onlookers. “Illiam Entertainment is managing this shoot, and he’s part of it. Respect the process.”
A young stylist whispered to her colleague, “Every time he moves, it just… works. Perfect every time.”
Chiara shot her a quick glance but smiled slightly. “Exactly. Keep it professional, everyone. Don’t forget why he’s here.”
Across the room, some of the assistants—like Amanda and a few others—continued whispering about how striking Jay looked, while he adjusted his collar, exhaling slowly. Just another mission… just another shoot, he thought, trying to ignore the flutters of attention around him.
Meanwhile, Rafe, sitting in his car outside, watched the shoot through the tinted window. His expression remained unreadable, but his eyes followed Jay’s every move. Interesting… controlled, dangerous, and Omega. I like that.
Back on set, Chiara leaned over to adjust Jay’s collar again. “Relax, Jay. Natural. Remember—you’re here for the mission, but don’t forget you’re the face of this shoot.”
Jay nodded, gripping the edge of the chair. I hope I can really handle this…
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The silence that settled after their agreement was not the empty void of before. It was a charged, humming quiet, like the moment before a lightning strike. The dynamic in the room had irrevocably shifted. Jay was no longer a captive audience. He was a co-conspirator, and the air thrummed with the terrifying potential of their alliance.Rafe moved to a sleek, modern bar cart, the crystal decanters catching the city lights. He poured two fingers of a deep amber whiskey into a fresh glass and held it out to Jay. It was not a request, but a ritual. The first act of their partnership.Jay hesitated for only a second before crossing the room and taking the glass. His fingers brushed against Rafe’s. The contact was brief, electric. It was no longer the violating touch of a captor, but the deliberate contact of a partner. Acknowledged. Accepted.“To the destruction of our enemies,” Rafe said, his voice a low, resonant vibration. He raised his own glass.Jay met his gaze, the cold fire in his
Marked by the Mafia Boss [BL] I want alignment.
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Marked by the Mafia Boss [BL] Just part of the show.
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Marked by the Mafia Boss [BL] I chose that life.
The confrontation with Lorenzo had left a residue of filth on Jay’s skin that no shower could wash away. He stood under the scalding water until his skin was raw and pink, but the memory of that obsessive touch, the violating whisper, remained etched into his nerves. When he emerged, wrapped in a thick hotel robe, the suite felt different. It was no longer just a prison; it was the eye of a hurricane, a temporary calm between the violent forces of the two Bianchi brothers.He found Rafe not in the bedroom, but in the main living area of the suite, standing by the window with a glass of water. He had changed into dark, casual trousers and a simple black sweater, the informal attire making him seem both more approachable and more terrifyingly real. He didn't turn as Jay entered, but his reflection in the dark glass watched him."Your heart is still racing," Rafe stated, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "You are safe now.""Safe?" Jay's laugh was brittle. "I'm in a room with a m
Marked by the Mafia Boss [BL] His obsession is a problem.
The encounter with Rafe had left Jay feeling flayed open, his nerves scraped raw and exposed to the air. The proposition—no, the ultimatum—echoed in the silent room, a seismic shift in the landscape of his life. Mate. The word was a brand, searing away his past and etching a terrifying future in its place. He had retreated to his room, the adrenaline receding to leave a hollow, trembling exhaustion in its wake. He needed a moment. A single, clear moment to think, to plan, to find a crack in the impossible situation he was in.He never got it.The lock on his suite door clicked with a soft, final sound that was entirely too familiar. Jay’s head snapped up from where he sat on the edge of his bed, his heart instantly hammering against his ribs. It wasn't Rafe. The energy was different. Lighter, more fluid, and infinitely more volatile.Lorenzo Bianchi slipped inside as if he owned the space, closing the door behind him with a quiet push. He was, once again, a vision of carefully constru
Marked by the Mafia Boss [BL] That is the priority.
The atmosphere in Rafe's penthouse office was a stark contrast to the charged intimacy of the hotel suite. Here, the air was cold, sterile, and smelled of old money and new danger. Floor-to-ceiling windows presented a sprawling, indifferent view of Milan, a chessboard for the men who stood within.Rafe stood by the window, his back to the room, a crystal glass of neat whiskey in his hand. The quiet click of the door announced the arrival he’d been expecting."Brother," a voice, bright and sharp as a new razor, cut through the silence.Rafe didn't turn. "Lorenzo."Lorenzo Bianchi strode into the room, a whirlwind of chaotic energy contained within an impeccably tailored maroon suit. He threw himself into a large leather armchair, propping his polished shoes on the edge of Rafe's obsidian desk—a deliberate act of provocation."I hear you've been collecting pets," Lorenzo said, a wide, teasing grin on his face. "And using my good name to do it. I'm touched, really. Is he as fun as he loo
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