LOGINMy heart didn’t just race—it pounded like it was trying to escape my chest.“The same woman from earlier.”The words echoed in my head as if they had weight. As if they meant more than what was being said out loud.Martil’s grip on my wrist tightened.Too tight.“Where is she?” he asked, his voice dangerously calm.“In the sitting room,” the staff replied.Silence.Then Martil exhaled slowly, like he was trying to control something violent building beneath his skin.“Stay here,” he told me.I almost laughed.“Yeah, I don’t think I’m doing that anymore.”His eyes snapped to mine.“Corleone—”“No,” I cut him off. “You don’t get to keep pushing me out of everything. Not after today. Not after your father.”That name alone shifted something in his expression.For a second, I thought he was going to argue.Instead, his jaw clenched.“Fine,” he muttered. “But you don’t speak unless I tell you to.”I raised a brow. “That’s not how this works.”“It is today.”And somehow… I listened.Not beca
The car ride was silent.Not the peaceful kind.The suffocating kind.The kind where the air feels too thick, where every small movement feels loud, and every thought in your head starts turning against you.I sat there, my hands folded tightly on my lap, stealing glances at Martil from the corner of my eye.His jaw was clenched.Tight.Too tight.His fingers gripped the steering wheel like he was holding himself back from something.From saying something.From doing something.“She told me to stay away from you,” I said finally, my voice quieter than I intended.No response.Just the low hum of the engine.I swallowed.“Are you going to tell me who she is?”Still nothing.My chest tightened, irritation slowly pushing past the unease.“Martil.”That got him.His eyes flicked toward me briefly before returning to the road.“You don’t need to know.”I let out a dry laugh.“Right. Because that worked out so well the last time.”His grip tightened again.“Corleone—”“No,” I cut in, turnin
I woke up sore.Not just physically—but in a way that felt like something inside me had shifted permanently, like a door I wasn’t supposed to open had been kicked down and left swinging.For a moment, I didn’t move.I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my fingers curled into the sheets like they were the only thing holding me in place.Martil.His name alone sent a slow heat through my chest—dangerous, lingering, addictive.Would it be weird if I said I missed him already?It had barely been two days.Two whole days of sneaking around my own house, avoiding my mom like I was some kind of criminal. Every creak of the floorboards made my heart jump. Every time she called my name, I braced myself, waiting for her to say she knew.But she didn’t.And somehow, that made it worse.Because I knew.I knew exactly what had happened in this room. On that bed. Against my wardrobe.My thighs pressed together instinctively, my breath catching.“God…” I muttered under my breath, dragging a han
Martil’s pov The day was exhausting for me. I didn’t have lectures today so I made use of the opportunity to check around for my businesses. I had to oversee them after leaving them open for months. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Rafe’s threats. If I pretended that him threatening Corleone didn’t weigh anything, I couldn’t deny that it wasn’t serious. “That female must be safe.” I opened my phone and checked the tracker. She was in school. I heaved a sigh of relief and went about my day while slowing reminiscing about the other night. That was..:.it was a really good sex, I wouldn’t deny. Even though we haven’t seen each other in about two days, I still wanted more. “Where is the ledger?” I asked the black girl that stood behind the counter of my gadgets company. She fetched it out and gave it to me. I checked through thoroughly but it wasn’t enough. “Why are the figures different?” I gave it to Kaleb to check if I was wrong. Kaleb glanced through, noting the biggest and
Martil’s povI watched her sleep naked, my arms wrapped around her breasts around 4am. I fucked her for so long until she became very tired.Yet, I was still so hard one would think I hadn’t had sex for a year and half. It was that serious. Corleone’s body was one of a kind.The way she took my dick into her warm pussy each time I pulled out and slid back in. The way she clung into my chest like I was her last lifeline. I lost count of the total number of times she cried out and moaned my name.I kissed her forehead and stood up from her bed, leaving the room without making the slightest noise. The hallway was empty. I reached my room and locked the door behind me.“Fuck.” I allowed the cold water run down my head, to other parts of my body.I tried not to get distracted by her thoughts that wanted to creep into my mind. It was time to work.“Who were those guys?” I asked, getting to the clubhouse.Kaleb was there, waiting for me with Ink on the call.“They were certainly from Rafe.”
Corleone’s povI had been exhausted from hiding from my mom for about two days now. Would it be weird if I said I missed Martil? The last time I got wet for him, I didn’t think it was going to be the last but I hadn’t heard from him ever since then.“My mom…”He slipped into my room in the midnight with one solid intention, of course. One that I wanted too much.“Do you want me to stop?”I loved how he whispered into my ears, trailing his fingers around my cheeks, how he held them gently and caressed them like they were softest thing in the world….I wanted more of it.“No.” I replied.I didn’t want him to stop at all. I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to do more. I wanted him to make sure I didn’t walk by morning.“I’m going to fuck you, Corley.” He said,The heat from his words made my belly pool out more wetness in my cunt, more than ever before. I’d gladly allow him to fuck me however way he wanted.Martil stood up from the bed. I stood up after him, thinking he had changed hi
Corleone’s pov It’s been three days. I haven’t seen Martil. No calls or text messages. As many times as I wanted to drop him a message, I decided against it by swiping off the message box each time. I sighed. Being home alone was quite terrible. I did nothing throughout today being a Sunday. I mo
Corleone’s pov Corleone’s pov It was almost noon. Martil never replied my message. It was left on read. He saw it but decided not to reply. That was cool. That sent something I should know. “You ready, girl?” Percy asked with a cool vibe. I was determined to forget all about him even when the wa
Corleone’s povI stared at his back until he left. I turned around and threw the towel in my hands against the couch as I sat on it and grabbed my hair.Martil was pissing me the fuck off and he knew it. He probably liked it, especially the reaction he was getting but I hated it. It wasn’t just cur
Martil’s pov Martil’s pov That voice. That voice was one I could never forget. Not in this lifetime, and not in the next. That person has so many history that went down between the both of us. Very familiar but buried. I almost forgot about him. Why was he here? So many questions ran through my m







