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Collision of worlds

Penulis: Riah
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-18 01:14:44

The morning light was soft and golden when I woke up.

For the first time in months, I didn’t wake up to the smell of fear or the phantom ache of bruises. I woke up to warmth. A heavy arm draped over my waist, a rough palm splayed protectively across the swell of my belly, and the slow, steady rhythm of a heartbeat pressed against my back.

Drake was still asleep.

I turned carefully in his arms, facing him. His face was peaceful, the sharp, predatory angles softened by slumber. The bandage on his
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  • SINFUL SALVATION    The siege

    The first sign that something was wrong came on a Thursday morning.Leo was in the kitchen, making coffee, when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. It was Marcus Bellamy—the family lawyer, the man who had defended Drake and Mason through every war they had ever fought.Leo answered."Marcus.""Leo." Marcus's voice was grim. "We have a problem.""What kind of problem?""A legal one. Don Vittorio Cross has filed a petition in federal court. He's claiming that the Ashford family kidnapped his grandson and is holding him against his will."Leo's blood ran cold."What?""He's filed for an emergency injunction. He wants Damien returned to Italy immediately. He's claiming that Damien is a minor—""He's twenty-one.""He's claiming that Damien is mentally unfit—that he's been manipulated and coerced by you and your family. He's filed a restraining order against you. Against your fathers. Against the entire Ashford estate."Leo's hand tightened on the phone."That's insane.""It's strat

  • SINFUL SALVATION    Choice

    Damien woke slowly.The room was soft with morning light—gold and white and warm. The sheets were clean and smelled like lavender. The window was open just a crack, letting in the cool November air and the distant sound of birds.For a long moment, he didn't move.He just lay there, his eyes closed, his body heavy, and he tried to remember the last time he had woken up without fear.He couldn't.He opened his eyes.---The room was small and simple.A bed. A dresser. A window overlooking the garden. A chair in the corner with a blanket folded on it. The walls were painted a soft, pale green—the color of new leaves.It was not a guest room.It was a home.Damien sat up slowly.He looked at his hands. They were steady. They were still. He had slept through the night—the whole night—without nightmares, without waking, without reaching for a knife.He had slept like a person.He didn't know what to do with that.---He got up.He dressed in the clothes Leo had packed for him—a soft grey s

  • SINFUL SALVATION    The garden

    They left at dawn.Leo packed a single bag—a change of clothes, his laptop, the leather jacket that had belonged to his father. He didn't tell anyone where they were going. He didn't tell Luca. He didn't tell Elara. He didn't even tell his fathers.He just took Damien's hand and walked him to the car."Where are we going?" Damien asked."Home.""Your home?""Yes."Damien stopped walking."Leo—" He pulled his hand free. "I can't. I can't go to your home. I can't meet your fathers. They'll—""They'll what?""They'll hate me." Damien's voice cracked. "They'll know who I am. They'll know what I came here to do. And they'll—""They'll do nothing." Leo turned to face him. "Because I'll be there. And because you're with me."Damien stared at him."You don't understand," he whispered. "Your father killed mine. Your family destroyed mine. There's no version of this where they welcome me."Leo stepped closer."There's no version of this where I let you go," he said. "So you can either get in th

  • SINFUL SALVATION    The Man

    The man arrived on a Tuesday.Leo saw him first.He was standing at the window of his dorm room, a cup of coffee in his hand, watching the quad below. Students were crossing the lawn in twos and threes, their breath fogging in the cold November air. The leaves had mostly fallen now—just a few stubborn gold ones clinging to the branches.And then, a car pulled up to the curb.It was black. It was expensive. It had Italian plates.Leo's hand tightened around his coffee cup."Damien," he said quietly.Damien was sitting on the bed, reading one of Leo's books—a novel about a garden, something Mason had given him years ago. He looked up."What?""Come here."Damien stood up and walked to the window. He looked down at the car.His face went pale."His name is Matteo," he said. His voice was barely a whisper. "He's my grandfather's consigliere. He's been with the family for thirty years. He's the one who taught me how to use a knife."Leo didn't look away from the car."Is he dangerous?""Ve

  • SINFUL SALVATION    Morning After

    Damien woke slowly.He was warm. He was held. There was an arm wrapped around his waist, a chest pressed against his back, breath stirring the hair at the nape of his neck.For a long, blissful moment, he didn't remember where he was.He didn't remember the mission. He didn't remember his grandfather. He didn't remember the years of training, the beatings, the lies.He just felt safe.And then, he remembered.He remembered the coffee shop. He remembered the table in the corner. He remembered Leo's voice—low and calm and certain—saying, You're mine now.He remembered the walk across campus. The dorm room. The way Leo had undressed him—slowly, carefully, reverently.He remembered the scars.He remembered the kiss.He remembered the sleep—the first real sleep he had had in years.Damien's eyes flew open.---He was lying on Leo's bed.The sheets were soft. The pillow smelled like cedar and rain. The window was grey with early morning light.And Leo was behind him—his arm draped over Dami

  • SINFUL SALVATION    Surrender

    Leo arrived at the coffee shop at 7:45 AM.He ordered a black coffee and sat down at the same table—the corner table, the one by the window, the one where he could see the door and every person who walked through it. He opened his laptop. He pretended to work. He waited.He was not nervous.He had never been nervous.He had spent his whole life watching his father—Drake Ashford, the monster who became a man—and he had learned one thing above all others: control is not about force. It is about patience.So Leo waited.And at 8:03 AM, Damien Cross walked through the door.---He looked terrible.His dark hair was unkempt. His grey eyes were shadowed with exhaustion. His black sweater was rumpled, as if he had slept in it—or not slept at all. He walked into the coffee shop like a man walking into a trap, his body tense, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.He saw Leo.He stopped.For a long moment, he just stood there—caught between the door and the table, between running and staying, b

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