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MIGUELThe day blurred past me. Work was fine, but my mind wasn’t. I’d zoned out countless times and gotten tapped back to consciousness by customers on multiple occasions.As soon as my shift was over and Lana came to take over, I packed my things and made a call to Paul.I walked home under the soft glow of the streetlamps. The cold nipped at my fingers as I pressed my phone to my ear. Paul’s voice spilt into my soul like a warm cup of tea, cutting through the eerie quiet that made my skin itch. This was the reason I called him. I needed to be distracted, and he was the only one who could do that right now. John had been busy for some time now because Salvatore wasn’t in the right state of mind to do anything. His words, not mine. Well, good.I kept glancing left, then right, then behind me. Every shadow felt like it had eyes. Salvatore’s face still haunted me. The way he had popped out of nowhere that evening… it was almost scary. He knew my neighbourhood. Now he would stop at n
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PROLOGUEMIGUELThe room was dim, shadows licking the walls as the single lamp cast a golden glow over Salvatore’s broad frame. He stood some feet away, shirt unbuttoned, that dagger tattoo peeking out beneath his collarbone. I swallowed loudly as his amber eyes burned into me like I was the only thing in the world worth devouring. My breath hitched, my chest getting tight with a mix of want and dread. I’d never done this, never let anyone tie me up, or trusted anyone to take me apart like he promised. My hands trembled as I stood by the bed, the silk ropes coiled on the mattress making my stomach twist. What if I couldn’t handle it? What if I broke?“Shh,” Salvatore murmured, his voice a low rumble that slid over my skin like a caress. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing my jaw. “You’re safe with me. I’ll take care of you.” His touch was firm but gentle as he tilted my chin up so I had to meet that smoldering gaze. The fire in his eyes was patient like he’d wait forever if it
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MIGUELThe bar smelled like stale beer and desperation, a haze of cigarette smoke curling through the air as laughter and slurred voices bounced off the chipped walls.I wove through the crowd, tray balanced on one hand, while the other itched to shove someone—anyone—who got too close. At 20, I shouldn’t still be here, slinging drinks for tips I’d never see enough of, but life didn’t give a shit about age. My sneakers stuck to the floor with each step, the soles worn thin from nights like this. Endless, loud nights full of assholes who thought I was part of the menu. I adjusted my grip on the tray, four beers sloshing in their glasses as I caught a flicker in the corner of my eye. There, in the dark part of the club, in the shadowed nook where the lights didn’t dare reach, a figure sat still as stone, staring. Always staring.I rolled my eyes, gritting my teeth. Another fucking creep. The men here were predictable. Their eyes would crawl over me like I was some prize to paw at, mouth
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MIGUELThe front door creaked as I shoved it open, the stench of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume hitting me like a slap. Home. If you could call it that. I kicked off my sneakers. The bar’s grime still clung to them, and I didn’t need screams from Emily about me soiling the house.I took the next step and paused as I heard it. Emily’s voice. She was loud and shameless, moaning like a damn porn star from upstairs. My stomach turned, but I kept moving, dragging my tired ass up the narrow staircase. Each step groaned under me. The wood was warped from years of neglect, and the closer I got with each creak, the louder her noises echoed off the peeling walls.“Jesus, woman, shut up,” I mumbled under my breath. I just wanted to crash, to wash the day off me, especially the drunk’s hands, the shadow man’s stare, and the endless grind. But no, she had to make her private life a goddamn show.I hit the landing and cursed under my breath. Her bedroom door was flung wide open like she wante
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SALVATOREI was here again, just as I’d been for the past week, nursing countless hard-ons and watching him do his job. It had taken everything in me not to leap at the drunk bastard that touched him three nights ago. Looked like my sexy interest had it under control though.I sat in the shadows, the dark corner of the bar swallowing me whole, but my eyes were still locked on him. The amber glow of the lamp barely touched him, but it was enough to trace the lean lines of his body as he moved between tables, tray in hand, serving drinks to men who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air. I’d been here almost every night for weeks, whiskey untouched, just watching. That lovely frame of his—wiry, sharp-edged, deceptively soft—hid a fire I couldn’t shake from my mind. Behind those hazel eyes clouded with pain, burned stubbornness and steel resolve that dared anyone to try controlling him. And fuck, I wanted to.I wanted to see him bend beneath me, break, beg, his defiance shattering into
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MIGUELThe bar hummed with its usual chaos as I weaved through the tables, tray balanced in my hand, serving drinks to the same sorry bastards who stumbled in every night. Sweat clung to my skin but I kept moving, pouring shots, wiping down sticky surfaces, anything to keep my mind off last night.But my eyes betrayed me. They flicked toward that dark corner again, the one swallowed by shadows where he always sat. I could still feel his stare crawling over me, even now when I saw nobody there. The stool was empty, the whiskey glass gone. My chest tightened. Good. Maybe he’d finally fucked off.I couldn’t scrub it out of my head though. That bathroom. Him standing there with bloody knuckles, staring down at that crumpled drunk like he’d just squashed a roach. Contempt had burned in his eyes, while blood smeared the tiles like some fucked-up painting. I’d seen plenty of bar fights, plenty of assholes getting what they deserved, but that? That was different. He’d done it for me. Said it
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MIGUELI sucked in a sharp breath, the cold air biting my lungs as I moved away from the wall. My body shook, still buzzing from where Salvatore’s fingers grazed my face. I looked around the street which was alive with flickering lights and stumbling drunks. Nobody seemed to notice me.I was just another shadow slipping through the chaos. I forced my legs to move. I needed my bed, my locked door, and something solid to shut out the mess in my head.But as I walked, something pricked at the edge of my vision. A shape, too steady to be drunk, was trailing just out of sight. My gut twisted. I didn’t turn my head or give away my tension. I kept moving, darting my eyes to the corner to avoid a surprise hit.There it was again. A broad form, lurking, sticking to the shadows like a damn ghost. My pulse kicked up. No way I was leading this creep straight to my place. I had enough to deal with at home. I couldn’t add lewd visits from a horny weirdo. I veered left suddenly and ducked into an a
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SALVATOREI watched Miguel vanish into the night, his lean silhouette swallowed by the dark as he fled from me. I could still feel the coldness of his knife’s blade against my throat.I sighed softly and silently strolled back to the car waiting at the other street, not too far from the bar. It was surprising, even to me, that I stalked him for so long. It wasn’t in my nature to pursue, but something about this boy made me want to hunt him, chase him to the far ends of the earth like prey, and finally feast on him.The way I’d ravish that ass. “Fuck,” I cursed under my breath. The street flickered with neon and the shuffle of drunks, but my mind stayed on him. Those wild hazel eyes, that sharp jaw, the way he’d pressed steel to my pulse and dared me to move. I slid into the backseat of the waiting car, the leather creaking under my weight.“John. Any update?”My right-hand man and most trusted partner, twisted around, his broad face shadowed. He muttered something I didn’t catch as h
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SALVATOREI woke with a start, disoriented and heavy. There was a silent ringing in the back of my head. The world around me slowly came into focus. Miguel’s bed creaked beneath me as I shifted, my head pounding with that familiar, dull throb behind my eyes. The blinds let in just enough of the fading evening light to slice the room into gold and shadow. Everything smelled like him. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep here, not really. But sometime this morning, after pacing the warehouse until my legs gave out, I ended up in his room, curling into the spot where he used to sleep.I didn’t even pull the covers back. I just collapsed on top of everything, chasing the memory of him. His scent clung to the comforter, to the pillows, and I let it wrap around me like a story I didn’t want to forget.Sitting up took more effort than it should have. My throat was dry, my limbs sore like I’d spent the night fighting something in my dreams. Maybe I had. I swung my legs over the side of the bed an
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I stood at the kitchen counter, chopping everything I’d set out for tonight. The onions stung my eyes as I diced them, but I didn’t mind. I focused on the motions: slice, slide, dice, repeat. Anything to keep my hands moving and my mind from circling back to that streetlamp, and to Salvatore’s face.The pan on the stove hissed to life as the oil met the heat. The scent of garlic hit next, followed by a splash of soy sauce that filled the kitchen with warmth. I moved on autopilot, throwing in whatever vegetables I’d grabbed without checking. Cooking wasn’t really about eating tonight; it was about distraction. If I could just keep stirring and slicing, maybe I wouldn’t feel that twisting in my gut every time I replayed the way he’d looked at me, like he didn’t care who saw, like I still belonged to him.A knock shattered the quiet. For a beat, I froze, my fingers getting tight around the blade. My heart thudded a little too hard. I wiped my hands on a dish towel and forced myself to
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MIGUELI ran faster than my legs allowed. My sneakers slapped against the pavement, the sting of the cold air biting at my lungs with every breath. How the hell did he find me?!Shadows from alleyways clawed at my back like fingers trying to drag me down, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Behind me, Salvatore’s voice echoed like thunder.“Miguel! Please come back!”I didn’t turn around.That voice had power. It was the kind of power that made me want to hesitate, to believe he meant every word, but I knew better. He was a high tide, and if I turned back, I’d drown in him all over again like I did the first time.I rounded the corner and saw the store’s sign glowing red against the night. I had run so far that I was back at my workplace.My interaction with Salvatore wasn’t even up to ten minutes, and my life was already turning sour.I burst through the doors, the bell above jingling loudly like it knew what kind of storm had just walked in.The warmth of the place wrapped around me l
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SALVATOREI slumped behind my desk, my fingertips idly tracing the rim of a cold, half-empty coffee mug. The room felt tighter today, more suffocating. Every second Miguel remained missing added more weight to my chest, like a clamp pressing in from all sides.The door creaked open. I didn’t even bother to lift my head.It was John. He stood at the door for a moment before stepping in and closing it behind himself.I still didn’t raise my head. But he still wasn’t saying anything. “What the fuck is it, John?”He cleared his throat. “Boss…”“I can hear you.”“I knew you must have forgotten about the meeting for today. So I thought to remind you.”Oh, shit. I’d totally forgotten. Since that successful deal on the boat, I’d gotten countless calls from my partners. Everybody was excited about what this new phase would bring us. I was excited too, but I was too weak right now to sit at a round table and discuss financial and risk matters.“Will you be going?”"Of course, I won't." I exhal
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JOHNKarl leaned in close to Salvatore, their heads nearly touching as they hovered over a clipboard. I watched from across the warehouse floor, pretending to busy myself with a half-open crate. Karl’s laugh was soft, almost charming, but too well-timed, like a man who practised in the mirror before work. I’d been watching him for weeks, and it was always the same. He was too eager, too clean, and too damn smooth.Why hadn’t I seen this earlier?He said something that made Salvatore shake his head and sigh, then clapped him on the shoulder. Then Karl walked away and slipped out the back door like smoke curling under a crack. I set the clipboard down and followed him.The air outside bit through my jacket. The alley behind the warehouse smelled like stale beer and motor oil, and the ground was littered with crushed cartons and broken pallets. Karl stood by the dumpster with his back to me, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice was a low thread as he spoke quickly into the receiver
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MIGUELAnother day of healing, learning to smile warmly at customers, and enjoying the peace of my surroundings. When I clocked out, John was there again, waiting under that flickering lamp outside the store. His car was in the lot, the headlights cutting across the cracked pavement.He seemed to have mastered my schedule even better than me. He had a way of showing up right on time, already knowing that I had nothing to keep me back when I closed.He leaned against the hood with his arms folded, a soft grin tugging at his face when he saw me coming.“You are going to spoil me,” I said, jogging up with a tired smile. “Keep this up and I’ll start expecting dinner too.”He opened the passenger door, dipping his head in a mock bow. “Maybe I’m just making sure you don’t starve.”I climbed in and let the door thunk shut behind me. I could get used to this. The familiar scent of old leather and lingering coffee greeted me. No Salvatore scent. Good.John settled behind the wheel, and we pu
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SALVATOREI slammed the front door so hard it nearly cracked in the frame. The echo thundered through the house like a gunshot. “Emily!” I roared. My shoes pounded the hardwood floor as I barreled into the living room. The scent of lavender candles choked the air. It clung to everything like a lie pretending to be peace. Miguel was gone. Not for hours. Not even a day. But for Days. Three fucking days now without a fucking word! And it was driving me out of my goddamn mind.Emily appeared at the top of the stairs, her silk robe clinging to her as she hurried down, her eyes wide and frightened. “Salvatore, what happened?” she gasped. “What’s wrong?”Her voice grated on me. She was too calm. How the fuck didn’t she even have an idea. She reached for me like her touch might soothe the chaos inside me, but I jerked away, smacking her hands off me.“You haven’t seen Miguel in days and you didn’t think to say anything?”Her face fell, confusion flickering across her features. “I thought h
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MIGUEL“Your total is one hundred and twenty-three, and some cents,” I said, flashing a warm smile at the customer, an older woman with a cart brimming with canned goods and fresh produce. Her glasses slipped down her nose as she fumbled with a wad of crumpled bills, and I punched the numbers into the register. The air carried the comforting scent of warm bread from the bakery aisle, mingling with the sharp tang of citrus from a nearby display. I handed her the change, and she thanked me with a nod before wheeling her cart away.The next customer in line was a teenager with headphones dangling around his neck and a six-pack of soda in his arms. I rang him up, made a joke about the caffeine rush, and he gave a small laugh before heading out. Each interaction was a brief and pleasant flicker. Out here, in this sleepy corner of the world, everything was a little slower, a little softer.This place—this small, unassuming store tucked on the edge of town—had become something I hadn’t r
