LOGINRyan, a stripper, had spent years dreaming of revenge. The night his mother was gunned down, he swore he’d make Ricardo Covallo… a ruthless mafia boss responsible, pay in blood. When the chance came to heal Ricardo of the impotence Ryan had secretly caused, he disguised himself as a doctor and took it without hesitation. One injection, one quiet death, and justice would finally be his. But Ricardo Covallo is nothing like Ryan expected. Dangerous, yes. But also magnetic, intoxicating, and far too perceptive. A single heated night between them throws Ryan’s plan into chaos. Ricardo, drawn to something he can't quite name, refuses to let Ryan go. Trapped in a deadly game of deception and desire, Ryan finds himself torn. The man he came to kill now holds him in a cage lined with silk sheets and whispered promises. And the worst part? Ryan isn't sure he wants to escape. Because maybe revenge isn’t the only thing worth dying for.
View MoreRYAN ONE WEEK LATER The stench hit first, then the smell of rotting flesh and disinfectant. I instinctively raised the collar of my shirt over my nose, but it didn’t help. Nothing could mask the decay. Ricardo stood beside me, his face pale but composed, one hand resting on the wall for balance. I told him he shouldn’t have come, not yet, but he insisted. Said he needed to see. So here we were. Staring down at the man who once made our lives hell. Rafael. If you could even call him that anymore. He looked like a shadow of what he once was. Bones jutting out beneath thin, papery skin. His face was gaunt, his cheeks sunken in. There were wounds on his arms, some stitched, some festering. Tubes ran in and out of his body, the machines beside him working overtime just to keep him breathing. He looked… dead. But he wasn’t. Not yet. “They’ve been passing fluids through him every day,” I muttered, unable to look away. “It’s the only reason he’s still alive. He hasn’t had solid food
RYAN“What…?” I whispered, stumbling back a step. “Oh God. Oh God.”I pressed my hand to my chest, like it could steady the riot inside. My heart was pounding, thundering so hard it felt like it was trying to escape.That wasn’t Ricardo.The body in the drawer… whoever it was, wasn't my Ricardo.He wasn’t dead.My knees almost buckled again.I staggered to the counter, bracing myself against it.The morgue attendant blinked at me, awkward now. “Sir? You okay?”Before I could speak, the door opened and a doctor in navy scrubs walked in, holding a clipboard.“What’s going on here?” he asked, eyes flicking from me to the drawer to the attendant.“I… I came to see Ricardo,” I choked out. “Ricardo Dantes. They said he died. But that’s not him. That’s not the man I came here for.”The doctor narrowed his eyes slightly, then stepped closer. “You were here yesterday, right?”I nodded quickly. “Yes. Yes, I was here to see Ricardo. But when I came back today… his room was empty. And they told m
RYANI watched him twitch in the chair.Still breathing.Good.This wasn’t supposed to be quick.Death was too kind for someone like Rafael. I wanted him to feel it. To live every second of it before the end came. He didn’t deserve a bullet. He didn’t deserve sleep. He deserved this… fire in his veins, bones cracking from strain, and the sound of my voice dancing in his ears like a lullaby to hell.But not yet.Not the end.That wasn’t mine to give.That would be Ricardo’s gift.The last torture. The final act. The moment Rafael would look into the eyes of the man he destroyed and realize he hadn’t even begun to pay for it yet.I wanted Ricardo to see him… raw, broken, stripped down to his last layer of pride. I wanted him to press the final switch. To look Rafael in the eye and return the favor.So, for now… I’d pause the performance.“Be right back,” I whispered near Rafael’s bloodied ear. “Don’t die on me yet.”He groaned faintly in reflex, and I gave him a pat on the cheek, then s
RAFAELI was pissed.Not scared, not confused.Just… pissed.I remembered the car slowing. Voices. Officers.A checkpoint.My heart had damn near leapt out of my chest when I heard them ask Ryan to open the trunk. For a moment… a sweet, breathless moment, I thought I was finally going to be saved.Freedom.That word danced in my head like a miracle.They were going to find me. Pull me out. Get me away from this psycho.But then…Nothing.No hands unzipping the sack.No flashlight blinding my eyes.No voice shouting, “We got a live one!”Just silence.And now I was here. Still here.With him.My mouth was dry, my limbs weak, and my body still recovering from the venom that had nearly stopped my heart.I didn’t know what he was going to do to me next. Didn’t know what twisted plan he had buried in that calm face and steady voice.But whatever it was...I was ready.Because I’d already been through hell.What more could he possibly do?He’d already broken my body. Already sliced me open
RYANI opened my eyes slowly, the sharp scent of antiseptic and the soft beeping of machines dragging me back to reality.My neck ached from sleeping hunched over, my fingers still wrapped around Ricardo’s.I sat up, blinking away the bleariness.His hand was still warm. Still alive.And that alone
RICARDOPain.A sharp, pulsing ache thundered through my skull as I stirred awake. I groaned, my hand instinctively reaching for the side of my head. It felt like someone had split it open with a brick.I blinked slowly.Twice.Then again, until the blurry edges of the room sharpened.Wait…This wa
RICARDOI closed my eyes.And I let go.The power surged through me like a tidal wave tearing loose from its dam.Time didn’t slow… it shattered.The roar of the train twisted into a long, low groan. The rattling of metal softened into a ghostly echo. Rafael’s laughter… frozen mid-cackle. The wind
RYANI could barely sleep.If you could even call what I did sleeping.My eyes stayed open through most of the night, staring into the shadows of the chamber I’d been thrown in. Every time I closed them, I saw Ricardo’s face… his smile, his laugh, his arms reaching for me.Then I’d see Rafael, smil






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