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DAWN WITHOUT CHAINS
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OWNED BY THE MAFIA BILLIONAIRE THE UNSEEN THREAD II
The night air carried the faint metallic scent of rain yet to fall. Aiden lay on his back in the dark bedroom, Silas’s arm draped across his waist, heavy and warm. Their breathing had slowed, bodies still tangled from the earlier storm of need, but sleep refused to come for Aiden. Every time his eyelids drifted closed, the image of Marcus’s face in that grainy café photo resurfaced—older, thinner, but still wearing the same careful mask he’d perfected years ago.Silas stirred, voice rough with sleep. “You’re thinking too loud.”Aiden turned his head. Silas’s eyes were open, silver-streaked hair mussed, the scar on his lip catching the faint moonlight. He looked younger like this—unguarded, almost vulnerable.“I can’t stop seeing it,” Aiden admitted. “The photo. Dario. The way Marcus looked at the camera like he knew someone would find it eventually.”Silas’s hand slid up Aiden’s chest, thumb brushing over his heart. “You think he staged it?”“I don’t know what I think.” Aiden exhaled,
OWNED BY THE MAFIA BILLIONAIRE The Open Door II
The summer sun lingered long over the Catskills, turning the ridge into a canvas of deep green and gold. By July the days stretched lazy and warm; the nights cooled just enough for a blanket on the porch swing. The safehouse had settled into a rhythm that felt almost ordinary—coffee at dawn, work through the day, dinner together at the long table, quiet evenings where conversation came easy or not at all.Marcus had finished the guest cabin in April. By May he’d added a small porch—wide enough for a single chair and a side table. He sat there most evenings, carving by lantern light. The birds on his shelf had multiplied: five now, each one more precise, wings no longer crooked. The latest—a hawk mid-soar—perched on the windowsill facing the main house, as though watching over the path between the two buildings.Aiden walked that path every evening after dinner. Sometimes Silas joined him. Sometimes he went alone. Tonight he went alone.Marcus looked up when Aiden’s boots crunched on t
OWNED BY THE MAFIA BILLIONAIRE THE UNWRITTEN ENDING
The late-summer evening carried the scent of sun-warmed tomatoes and cut grass through the open windows. The harvest table in the main house kitchen was set for three—no more, no less. Simple plates, mismatched glasses, a bottle of red wine from the town shop Marcus had started frequenting twice a week. No candles. No ceremony. Just the quiet intention of people who had learned to sit together without flinching.Marcus arrived carrying a shallow wooden bowl he’d carved the week before—wide, smooth, the grain of the walnut glowing under the overhead light. Inside it: the last of the season’s cherry tomatoes, still warm from the sun, a handful of basil leaves torn by hand, a drizzle of olive oil, sea salt scattered like tiny stars.He placed it in the center of the table without fanfare.Aiden looked up from where he was slicing bread. “You didn’t have to.”Marcus’s mouth curved—just a fraction. “I wanted to.”Silas entered from the hallway, wiping his hands on a rag after checking the
OWNED BY THE MAFIA BILLIONAIRE The Open Door
The summer had settled into a rhythm so steady it almost felt dangerous—like a truce that could shatter if anyone spoke too loudly about it. Mornings began with coffee on the main porch: Silas brewing it black and bitter, Aiden adding milk to his own, Marcus accepting whatever was poured without comment. Afternoons were for work—Marcus at the carpentry shop in town five days a week, Aiden and Silas at the solar-array offices or on calls with Elena and the new board. Evenings ended on one porch or the other, usually the main house, with iced tea or water and conversation that no longer skirted the past but didn’t dwell in it either.Marcus had started teaching a twice-weekly woodworking class at the community center. Nothing formal—just eight teenagers, mostly boys who’d been in trouble or on the edge of it, learning how to measure twice, cut once, sand until the grain spoke back. He never raised his voice. Never used charm to win them over. He simply showed up, set out tools, and let
OWNED BY THE MAFIA BILLIONAIRE The Unbroken Circle
The late-summer evening carried the scent of ripening tomatoes and cut grass through the open windows. The harvest table in the main house kitchen was set for three—no more, no less. Simple plates, mismatched glasses, a bottle of red wine from the town shop Marcus had started frequenting twice a week. No candles. No ceremony. Just the quiet intention of people who had learned to sit together without flinching. Marcus arrived carrying a shallow wooden bowl he’d carved the week before—wide, smooth, the grain of the walnut glowing under the overhead light. Inside it: the last of the season’s cherry tomatoes, still warm from the sun, a handful of basil leaves torn by hand, a drizzle of olive oil, sea salt scattered like tiny stars. He placed it in the center of the table without fanfare. Aiden looked up from where he was slicing bread. “You didn’t have to.” Marcus’s mouth curved—just a fraction. “I wanted to.” Silas entered from the hallway, wiping his hands on a rag after checking t
OWNED BY THE MAFIA BILLIONAIRE The Harvest Table II
The kitchen table was a battlefield of color and scent by late afternoon. Tomatoes—red, yellow, striped—piled in shallow baskets like spilled jewels. Basil leaves lay in fragrant heaps, still warm from the sun. Zucchini, some straight and proud, others curved like question marks, filled a wooden crate Marcus had carved from scrap pine. Peppers glowed in every shade from emerald to flame-orange. Cucumbers rested beside them, crisp and dewy, next to a small mound of early carrots, dirt still clinging to their tapered ends.Marcus moved around the table with quiet focus, arranging the bounty the way he once arranged deals—methodical, deliberate, every placement intentional. He wore a faded gray T-shirt now, sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms corded from months of labor. The scars on his chest were hidden, but Aiden knew exactly where they lay beneath the cotton: thin silver threads, reminders of a night in a freezer room that had changed everything.Aiden stood at the counter, rinsin
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