ログインElias (POV)
Guns were pointed at my head. And Alessio Moretti told me to sign. The pen was still touching the paper. The ink spilling. One signature and I was his. Legally and completely. Roman's men didn't lower their guns. "Drop it," the one in the front threatened. "Now." Alessio didn't even look at them. His eyes were locked on mine. Dark. Commanding. Like the rest of the room didn't exist. "Sign, Elias," he said again. Soft. But it hit harder than the guns. My hands shook. If I signed, Roman would kill me. If I didn't, Alessio would. I signed anyways. Each stroke messy. Panicked. But it was my name. Elias Hart. The second the ink dried, Alessio moved. I didn't see him pull the gun. One second his hands were empty. Next there was a silenced pistol against the lead gunman's head. "Rule two," Alessio said, voice flat. "Don't point guns at what's mine." The gunman froze in fear. Roman amused, laughed from the doorway. " Brother, you can't shoot all of them." "I don't need to," Alessio said before he fired. One drop. The man crumpled without a sound. Blood spreading on the marble floor in a wet bloom. Chaos exploded. The other men raised their guns. Glass shattered above my head. I flinched instinctively. Alessio grabbed my wrist. "Stop shaking.“ "I'm not.” I retorted. "You are.“ He dragged me behind his desk as bullets tore through glass. His expression cold. He wasn't panicking like I was. Another shot rang out. Somebody screamed. " Stay down," he ordered. Terrified I pressed my body to the floor. Marble was cold against my cheek. My heart thudding loudly in my chest. For one terrifying second, I was sure the next bullet would find me. The contract was still clutched tightly in my hand. My own signature staring up at me from the bottom of the page like a death sentence. Three minutes felt like three hours. Then silence. The silence felt odd. I peeked over the desk to see Alessio walking over. Stepping over the bodies like they were trash. Roman looked a little disheveled, before he straightened his jacket. His expression ferocious. "Enjoy your victory, brother.“ He spat out venomously. His gaze settled on me. "I'll take him eventually.“ He sauntered out. Not looking back. Alessio turned back to me. His left hand in his pocket. Stretching a hand to me. "Come." I didn't take it. " You killed a man." "He pointed a gun at you," Alessio responded. I finally took his hand. He pulled me up too easily. Like I weighed nothing. I noticed he was still holding my hand. I pulled it but his grip didn't loosen. "Let me go.“ I said, panicked now. My hands now hurting from his tight grip. He merely looked at me. I pulled my hand again. This time he let it go. I backed away from him. Afraid he might grab my hand again. "You said you don't share," I said, voice slightly shaken. "But your brother—" "Roman doesn't get to have you," Alessio cut in. He walked slowly to me. My feets moved backwards at each step he took. His hand pulled and grabbed my wrist. Pulling me. His stride's fast, Throwing me off balance as we passed office hallway. His voice echoing as his steps quicken."I own you now. Your signature was on that contract before his ever touched paper." He shoved me into a private elevator. Steel doors closed. No buttons on them. It started moving down on it's own. He faced me with his back to the elevator door. "Where are you taking me," I asked scared. Stepping back to the inner part of the elevator in a bid to avoid Alessio. "Home," He responded. "You signed the contract . You're Moretti property now. That means you in live where I can see you." The elevator stopped. Doors opened to a penthouse. Black marble. Floor-to-ceiling windows . The whole city spread out below with dark dim lights flickering. It looked like he owned the whole city. Because it probably did. Alessio let go of my wrist. Walking over to a bar stand. Pouring out two glasses of some amber liquid. It didn't seem like he was going to offer me one. "You stay here from now on," he said. "You'll fix my books. You'll eat. You'll sleep. And breathe when I tell you to." "Or what," I snapped. The fear from before turned into anger. "You'll kill me too." Alessio turned to look at me. Slow. He took a sip of his drink. Eyes never leaving me. "No," he drawled out. His lips curled up coldly. "I'll let Roman have you." The threat landed like a punch. Because I knew how Roman was. Roman smiled while he broke people. Alessio didn't smile at all. I set the contract on the nearest table. "I want to leave." "You can't," Alessio said. His face blank. "The contract is non revocable. My lawyers wrote. The judges enforce it. My subordinates obey it." He walked up to me. Before stopping an inch away. He didn't touch me. But his presence was a weight. "You have two choices, Elias Hart," His voice low but it sent shivers down my spine. "Stay here. Under my protection. Under my rules. Or walk out that door and see how long you survive before Roman finds you." I looked at the door. Then at him. Then at the windows. 60 floors up. Looking for a way to escape. Which was probably impossible. "You're both monsters," I said. Clenching my hands in defeat. Alessio smiled. His expression made me uneasy. "Yes. But I'm the monster standing between you and the worst ones." He reached out and tucked a hair stand behind my ear. His fingers were cold against my skin. The touch lingered. "Fix my books," he said. "Prove you worth keeping. And maybe I'll let you keep your freedom too." He turned and walked away. Into another room. Door closed behind him. I was alone in a penthouse I couldn't leave. with a contract I couldn't break. I should have stayed home. But I had to look for a job to pay my mum's hospital bills. Now I'm going to get killed for it. The sound of my phone buzzing in my pocket broke my train of thoughts. I looked down at it curious about who it was. I saw a text from an unknown number. You made me the wrong choice – R Weird. I frowned, not amused by what ever the message has to say. I looked at the door Alessio disappeared behind. Then at the windows that went 60 floors down. The realization dawning on me. I was trapped. But the text proved one thing: Whoever this was, they weren't over. And Alessio? I wasn't sure what he was going to do to me. For the first time since signing the contract, Elias was alone. The silence inside the penthouse felt unusually quiet. No orders. No threats. No dark eyes following his every movement. Alessio had left nearly an hour ago, and the absence of his presence should have been comforting. Instead, it felt wrong. Dangerous. Like the calm before a storm. Elias sat at the desk staring at the note folded between his fingers. The words hadn't changed no matter how many times he reread them. We're watching you. The message wasn't what unsettled him. It was the fact that someone had slipped the note into his pocket without him noticing. Between Roman's messages, Alessio's secrets, and the mysterious name that kept resurfacing, Elias felt like he was trapped in a game where everyone knew the rules except him. His gaze drifted toward the hallway. He thought about the address he had found. About L. Gray. About the way Alessio's expression had shifted whenever that name w
Elias POVMy blood ran cold at the words written on the paper.WE'RE WATCHING YOU. For several seconds, I just stare at the note. Confused if this was some sick joke cause it didn't look funny. "What the fuck is this.“ I muttered low against my breath. The note trembled slightly between my fingers.It wasn't the message that unsettled me.It was the fact that someone had slipped it into my pocket without me noticing.Slowly, I looked around the bedroom.The floor-to-ceiling windows.The black marble walls. Expensive furniture.Everything looked untouched.Perfect. Like a showroom.Nothing out of ordinary.I folded the note and slipped it into my pocket.My eyes landed on the new phone resting on the nightstand.A leash disguised as a gift. I picked it up and unlocked it.Nothing. just deleted messages and Alessio's number staring back at me.A bitter laugh escaped my throat.Of course.Even my phone belonged to him.I
Elias POV ———"Elias,“ he said, his voice low with a hint of danger in his tone. "Come here.“ I didn't move. My body frozen in fright. My wrists still burned from the cuffs. Red bruises marred my wrists. The phone in my hand with unknown R's text glowing on the screen. Alessio stood in the door way. Turning to face me, he had a dark smile on his face which made me move my feet in hesitation. His smile drooped in anger at my actions. Alessio's jaw ticked. A muscle twitched there. Striding towards me. His hand gripped my chin. Fingers digging into my cheeks. "When I talk, I expect you to answer me,“ Alessio whispered low into my ear. Hovering like a dangerous predator. I tried turning my chin to escape his grip. which was probably a big mistake because his fingers only tightened more, hurting my cheeks.He pushed my chin away roughly.I fell, my head hitting the floor with a loud thud."Mmmh Ahh.." My face grimace in pain. A black velvet box
Chapter 4: Punishment Elias POV ———Alessio was on top of me. One knee on either side of my hips. His hands on either side of my head. Cage of muscles and intent. The mattress dipped under his weight. I couldn't move. Not anywhere that wasn't directly under him. "Last chance, Elias,“ a threat laced in his voice. "Sleep. Or I show you what happens when you don't obey me.“My heart hammering against my ribs. His weight pressed me into the mattress. I could smell him. Soap and something darker. Danger. "I don't sleep on command,“ I said. My voice came out steadier than I thought. Surprising me. Alessio's mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. Anticipation maybe. "No? Then I'll help you. “ He moved. Fast. Before I could even react, he had my wrist pinned above my head. One hand held both of mine like they were nothing. His other hand reached over to the nightstand. Metals clicked. Cold. Handcuffs. Steel. Custom, like everything else he owned. "Alessio
Chapter 3: Rule One Elias (POV) The door to Alessio's room stayed closed.My phone buzzed again in my hands. The vibration traveled up my arms and into my teeth. I looked down at the screen. You made the wrong choice. I collect what's mine too. – RI deleted it immediately. Hands still shaking from the gun fire downstairs. The sound of it still echoing in my ears. The smell of gunpowder was still stuck in my throat. I had never seen blood on marble floors before tonight. "Stop hiding your phone." I spun around so fast I nearly dropped it. Alessio was back in the room. He had not made a sound when he came in. He was just there. Standing in the doorway. Black shirt now instead of the white one from earlier. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The gun was gone from his hand and now I could see the outline of his forearms. Muscles and veins and old scars. There was a tattoo on the inside of his left wrist. Black ink. I couldn't make out what it was from a di
Elias (POV) Guns were pointed at my head.And Alessio Moretti told me to sign. The pen was still touching the paper. The ink spilling. One signature and I was his. Legally and completely.Roman's men didn't lower their guns."Drop it," the one in the front threatened. "Now."Alessio didn't even look at them. His eyes were locked on mine. Dark. Commanding. Like the rest of the room didn't exist. "Sign, Elias," he said again. Soft. But it hit harder than the guns. My hands shook. If I signed, Roman would kill me. If I didn't, Alessio would.I signed anyways. Each stroke messy. Panicked. But it was my name. Elias Hart.The second the ink dried, Alessio moved.I didn't see him pull the gun. One second his hands were empty. Next there was a silenced pistol against the lead gunman's head. "Rule two," Alessio said, voice flat. "Don't point guns at what's mine."The gunman froze in fear. Roman amused, laughed







