INICIAR SESIÓNZino's povI had killed for less.The envelope arrived the way the serious ones always did: thin, no return address, one photograph, one line of instruction.*Father Ryan. St. Augustine’s, Drape town. Make it look like an accident if you can. If you can’t, make it clean.*I turned the photo in my fingers. Grainy. Taken through rain. A man in a black cassock on the steps of a small stone church. Even in the poor quality I could see the way the fabric hung on him—broad shoulders, long lines, a body that didn’t belong under a collar. On the back: *Thirty-five. Six-two. Dark hair. Green eyes. Former asset. High risk.*Former asset.The organization didn’t waste time on men who had walked away unless those men had become problems. They said he had been the best in his time. Clean. Precise. Ghost-level. Then one job went sideways and he vanished. No body. No trail. Just gone. Now he wore a cassock and answered to “Father.”I was the best in my time. Present tense. Younger than him by enough
Elias’s POV Breakfast was quiet and tense. Roman sat across from me at a long table in what passed for a dining room in the building. Eggs. Toast. Black coffee that burned going down. His men came and went, dropping papers, murmuring updates, never quite meeting my eyes. Word had clearly spread that I was under the boss’s protection—and that touching me would cost them something permanent. The knowledge should have made me feel safer. Instead it made my skin crawl with the reminder that I was already marked as his. Roman watched me eat like he was cataloguing every bite I took. When I pushed the plate away he stood, jerked his chin, and I followed. The day blurred into a string of meetings I only half understood—dock schedules, names I filed away for later, money moving in directions that would have made my old lieutenant sit up and take notice, including a few drug trafficking details. Through all of it Roman kept me close. He had a hand on the back of my neck when he introduced m
Elias’s POV I did as he ordered me. The climax ripped through me so violently my vision went black at the edges. “ahhh… fu…uck” I came, spilling across the floor and the side of the desk in thick pulses while my hole clenched tighter around him. Roman groaned like the sound of it did more to him than words could explain. His hips stuttered as he buried himself to the hilt, flooding me with every drop of his seed. Immediately he was done he pulled out, making cum stream down my thigh. The sudden emptiness made me flinch. He didn’t let me straighten. Just kept one heavy hand on the small of my back while he cleaned himself up with something from the drawer, then roughly wiped the worst of the mess from between my thighs. When he finally let me stand, my legs were unsteady. My jeans were still tangled around my ankles. I couldn’t look at him. Roman tipped my chin up with two fingers, forcing my eyes to his. His mouth was swollen, and his eyes were darker than they had been earlier
Elias's pov I thought Roman was going to kill me the moment he found out I was a cop, instead of a street thief but he surprisingly did not. He was the first person to have figured out my identity this fast. The door clicked shut behind Roman, and the silence that followed was deafening. I stayed in the cold metal chair, cock straining painfully against my jeans, every nerve still buzzing from the places his hands had been. My shoulders ached with the ghost of his thumbs. My chest still felt the press of his fingers. I dragged in a shaky breath and tried to force my body back under control. It refused. Heat pulsed low in my gut, steady and humiliating. I was harder than I had been in years, and it was for the man I was supposed to put in prison. What the fuck is wrong with you? I stood abruptly, pacing the small office like a caged animal. The ledgers on the desk mocked me. Evidence, names and routes. Everything I needed was probably in this room, and all I could think about was
Elias’s POVThe warehouse smelled of oil, gunpowder, old blood, and men who had stopped giving a shit about the law a long time ago. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow that made the shadows look deeper. I stood in the middle of the open floor with my hands loose at my sides, trying to look like I belonged. Shoulders relaxed and breathing steady. The name on the fake ID in my back pocket said Eli Vargas, while the badge locked in a drawer across the city said Officer Elias Kane. Six months of undercover work, three different covers, and more sleepless nights than I could count had led me here—into the heart of Roman Voss’s operation.Roman Voss did not look like a man who needed an introduction.He sat on the edge of a scarred metal table like it was a throne, sleeves rolled up thick forearms, a cigarette burning between two fingers. Dark hair pushed back from a face that belonged on a wanted poster and a high-fashion editorial at the same time. W
Leo's pov The moment I turned around and saw Dante, my heart nearly stopped. But he didn't seem to care. My pulse slammed so hard I felt it in my throat. For one terrifying second I was certain he was going to kill me right there. Put a bullet between my eyes the way he had put one in my father. End the loose end once and for all. “Is it true?” The question scraped out of me, barely louder than a whisper. Dante didn’t answer. He didn’t even blink. He simply lowered the mug, walked past me without a word, and stepped into the security room. The door clicked shut behind him. Then Silence greeted me. Then a few seconds later I heard two sharp, muffled gunshots. My heart dropped into my stomach. I couldn’t move. My feet felt glued to the dark wood floor. A few seconds later the door opened again. Dante stepped out alone, expression still perfectly calm. He didn’t look at the guards’ bodies. He didn’t wipe anything off his hands. He just looked at me. I should run or scream for hel
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