LOGINAlejandro spent years trying to bring the mafia down. Now he’s living under the roof of one. After a dangerous encounter leaves him at the mercy of the powerful crime family he once tried to expose, Alejandro expects prison… or a bullet. Instead, he finds himself entangled with Miguel de Luca—the ruthless heir to the empire he hates. Cold. Calculating. Untouchable. Miguel should be Alejandro’s enemy. But the deeper Alejandro is pulled into Miguel’s world of secrets, blood debts, and power struggles, the harder it becomes to remember which side he’s on. Because behind the mafia prince’s iron control is a man who watches him like he’s something worth protecting. And that might be the most dangerous thing of all. When betrayal begins to spread through the family ranks and assassins close in from every direction, Alejandro must decide: Expose the empire he swore to destroy… Or risk everything for the man who now holds his heart—and possibly his life—in his hands. In the mafia, loyalty is currency. Love? That can get you killed.
View MoreMiguel's POV.This was the day I left for Brazil. I anticipated this for a while because it allowed me to get my mind off things.I got into the designated plane for the trip. It was a private flight and I expected solitude throughout the entire trip.I got into the plane and there he was, seated in the window seat,headphones in,eyes closed.I felt my heart skip a beat. “What is he doing here?”I took the seat beside him.He did not acknowledge meBesides me was the perfect portrait of indifference.I muttered a faint greeting just to make my presence and hopefully start a conversation with him but he was mute.That stung but I took it like a champ.The plane taxied. Lifted and the city shrank beneath us.Hours passed.I tried to distract myself, read, listen to music, and sleep. They all failed.My mind kept replaying his face when he said, “is that all you have to say?” It wasn’t all I had to say but I did not know how to say the rest without breaking his heart any further.Turbu
Miguel's POV The entire drive back home was an antsy one. I wasn't sure if Alejandro got the letter I left.I wished that he did, the regret was beginning to set in and I began to imagine a day without him in it.I have lived for long without him and now that I had him, it felt strange to be without him.“What if he has seen the letter?” I asked myself as we stopped at a red light. “Would he still respond the other way he did?” My heart was heavy with guilt as I thought about his innocence. I tried to exonerate myself, “I was just trying to keep him safe. Perhaps he understood that from the letter.”I nodded as I stared into the street from my tinted window glass. “Perhaps he did— or?” The only other options shook me with fear. I had never been afraid before, not even with a bullet placed in front of my head. Father had ensured that we killed whatever part of us responsible for fear, but here I was, scared to my depths.This fear was linked to one question, “what if he felt nothing
Alejandro's POV I rolled my eyes as I dropped the phone.Pedro walked in on me talking into the house phone and he was not having it. He went on and on about how I wasn't supposed to do that. “I told you that the master is in a meeting. What part of that did you not understand?”“I heard you, did it occur to you that he might have called?” I said with one brow raised, “perhaps he had a feeling that you would bother me and he called to check up on me.”“There's no way he would do that?”“Well I for sure did not call him, I don't have his number remember? You refused to give them to me when I asked.” I knew that was a lie but I was sticking to it. It was extremely easy to find his number on that phone. A quick search of the word “master” and I had him on speed dial.Pedro stared at me deeply like he intended to dig the truth out of me with his eyes— it would be easier for a camel to walk through the camel's eye before he succeeded.He gave up a few moments later, “next time, I answe
Miguel's POV. As soon as he walked through that door I was filled with regret. Not because of who he was or what he did, but because of what I might do. If only I had let Pedro stay a bit longer. Alejandro made his point clear almost immediately, “We've been roommates for a while now, I will be sleeping here” I almost smiled even though I told him not to stay here with me. I hoped he would be stubborn so I could have a reason to say “oh I tried” I ached and hurt all over but nothing would have hurt more than watching him walk out that door when I told him to without him putting up a fight. He got Into the bed, I didn't stop him. I was excited already, I mean I have shared a room with him before but this was different.Dangerous, raw. All through the night I was kept awake by the raw hunger that engulfed me. Looking at him made me realise what drug addicts felt when placed in front of their own addiction There he was, lying peacefully, his breaths coming out softly as his che
Alejandro's POV “From now on, you don’t speak unless I tell you to” he instructed, his words coming in low tones.I stopped in my tracks. This was a turn on for me even though it goes against the way I have lived my life, I always hated being told what to do, worse if you told me how to do them.
Alejandro's POV Luckily, Miguel stepped in. “He was new to the house and got lost when he overheard the conversation and I made him tag along as the accusations were unbelievable even to me.”“I see” Miguel's father said, “same pattern with the accusations of the food being poisoned. Was he lost t
Alejandro's POV.Miguel was a good actor, if you asked me I would tell you that he had a better chance out there in the movie industry than here in the Mafia.What gave that away? The fact that he wanted me to have a bath in his bathroom.I am surprised it played out this long without me figuring i
Miguel's POV.The workshop was too small for the two of us, or perhaps I was just too aware of every inch of space Alejandro occupied. The scent of CLP oil usually grounded me, but tonight it was tangled with the smell of his skin—something warm and clean that made the back of my throat ache.Watc






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