LOGINMartil’s povI wiped the blood off my knuckles with an old rag, staring down at Nemir’s face that looked pathetic and swollen.The basement under my clubhouse smelt of piss, sweat, and fear. The fluorescent light shone overhead like a dying firefly. Nemir hands hung from the chains in the center of the room, his toes barely scraping the concrete on the floor. One of his eyes was swollen shut, his lips split open.“You really thought you could fuck me over, huh?” I growled, stepping closer. I grabbed his jaw hard, forcing him to look at me with the one good eye he had left. “All those talks the last time we met. The runs where shipments came up short because of you. All those times you were the betrayal in my gang. It was you, you sniveling little rat. How long, Nemir? How fucking long have you been selling us out?”He whimpered, blood and spit dripping from his mouth. “M-Martil… please… I was scared, man. They threatened my family—”“Bullshit!” I slapped him hard across the face, th
I wiped the blood off my knuckles with an old rag, staring down at Nemir’s pathetic, swollen face. The basement under the clubhouse reeked of piss, sweat, and fear. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead like a dying insect. Nemir hung from the chains in the center of the room, toes barely scraping the concrete, one eye swollen shut, lips split open.“You really thought you could fuck me over, huh?” I growled, stepping closer. I grabbed his jaw hard, forcing him to look at me with the one good eye he had left. “All those runs where shipments came up short. All those times the Iron Fists knew exactly where we’d be. That was you, you sniveling little rat. How long, Nemir? How fucking long have you been selling us out?”He whimpered, blood and spit dripping from his mouth. “M-Martil… please… I was scared, man. They threatened my family—”“Bullshit!” I backhanded him across the face, the sound cracking through the room. “You had a family here. The Reapers. I vouched for your sorry ass when
Ilethea’s breath came in short, desperate gasps as the thick leather straps locked tightly over her thighs and waist, pinning her down completely. Her legs were forced wide apart in the stirrups, her soaked pussy and tight little asshole shamelessly on display under the harsh clinical lights. She felt utterly helpless — and shamefully aroused.Dr. Kane stood between her spread thighs, slowly peeling off his gloves while staring at her dripping cunt. “Look at this messy little patient,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Your pussy is literally drooling down to your asshole, Ilethea. Are you always this wet when you’re nervous… or do you just love being strapped down like a breeding toy?”“I… I don’t know,” she whimpered, squirming against the restraints. “It’s embarrassing… I can’t stop leaking.”Nurse Lena laughed softly, tracing a finger along Ilethea’s swollen clit. “Embarrassing? No, sweetheart. It’s fucking perfect. This greedy cunt knows it needs to be used and filled.”Dr.
Shadows of YesterdayI sat on the edge of my bed, the rain tapping against the window like restless fingers trying to break in. I couldn’t wash away the memories that threatened to seize my breath.Girad. Even now, his name left a bitter taste in my mouth. I closed my eyes, and the past pulled me under again.It was a humid evening two years ago. The café lights glowed softly around us. I had been laughing at something my friend said when he walked in. Tall, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. Girad carried himself like the room belonged to him. Our eyes met across the crowded space, and he smiled—that slow, confident smile that would eventually become my weakness.“You look like someone who doesn’t belong in ordinary places,” he said, sliding into the seat beside me without asking. His voice was smooth, dangerously charming.I felt heat rise to my cheeks as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “And you always start conversations like that?”“Only wh
Corleone’s povI stared at the cracked mirror in our cramped Berlin apartment, my fingers trembling as I traced the faint bruise along my jawline. It was already fading to a sickly yellow-green, easy enough to cover with makeup if I angled my face just right. Girad hated when I looked “weak” in public. He said it reflected poorly on him, like I was trying to make him seem like a monster. The irony burned in my chest, hot and suffocating.It had been six months since we moved here from the countryside, chasing his “big opportunities” in the city. Six months of me shrinking smaller and smaller while he expanded, filling every room with his voice, his rules, his needs. I couldn’t call Mom anymore. Not really. The last time I tried, he’d stood behind me, smiling that charming smile of his while his hand rested heavy on my shoulder, squeezing just enough to remind me.“Tell her we’re happy, Corleone,” he’d whispered then, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell her how well I’m taking care o
I sat on the edge of my bed, the rain tapping against the window like restless fingers trying to break in. I couldn’t wash away the memories that threatened to seize my breath.Girad. Even now, his name left a bitter taste in my mouth. I closed my eyes, and the past pulled me under again.It was a humid evening two years ago. The café lights glowed softly around us. I had been laughing at something my friend said when he walked in. Tall, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. Girad carried himself like the room belonged to him. Our eyes met across the crowded space, and he smiled—that slow, confident smile that would eventually become my weakness.“You look like someone who doesn’t belong in ordinary places,” he said, sliding into the seat beside me without asking. His voice was smooth, dangerously charming.I felt heat rise to my cheeks as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “And you always start conversations like that?”“Only when I see something wo
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
Martil’s pov“Our father, who art in heaven….” I started with my palms placed together.“Hallow be thy name, thy kingdom come…” “Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven…” “Give us this day our daily bread as you forgive us all our trespasses.”The Lord’s Prayer continued until it was conclude
Corleone’s povBefore I got to the car, they were already after me. I kicked the car off, reversing back and zooming out of the lonely path.“God, I’m so screwed.” I murmured, pushing the gear consecutively.I should have stayed put. In fact, I should have just followed Martil’s car when they left
Martil’s pov“Are you fucking your stepsister already?” Kaleb asked the moment I opened the car door and slipped to the passenger seat beside him.I rolled my eyes. “Dude, mind your business.”“Hm.” He chuckled before looking at me. “But you like her, don’t you?” I sighed. “She is my stepsister.”







