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Author: Favy ink
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-11 20:31:06

Marco's pov

The first light of dawn was a pale thief, stealing the darkness and leaving me naked on a new, terrible day. I felt the warmth of the bed before I remembered where I was. Who I was with.

I kept my eyes closed, pretending. Pretending I was home. Pretending the heavy weight in the air was just a bad dream. But the smell was all wrong. It wasn't my clean, sterile room. It was him. Leather, expensive soap, and something else… something dark and male that was now stuck in my nose, on my skin, inside me.

I heard him move. A soft shift of weight, the quiet sound of fabric. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see him standing by the window, his back to me. The early light painted his shoulders and back, making the scars there look like old, silver maps of pain. He owned the view outside. He owned the room. And after last night, I knew he believed he owned me.

My body felt strange. Used. Sore in places I didn't know could feel that way. A hollow ache had taken root deep in my st
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  • THE MAFIA'S REVENGE BRIDE   THE PRESIDENT'S GAME

    President Powell’s POVThe call came through just as dawn broke over the White House lawn.Lorenzo’s voice carried that usual, calm detachment that irritated me to no end.“Mr. President,” he said. “I delivered your message. Marco refused. He’s staying with Dante.”For a moment, I said nothing. I simply stared out the window, watching the first light paint the city gold. Beneath that beauty lay a nest of vipers, politicians, generals, informants, all mine to command. And yet one boy, one defiant son, had the audacity to defy me.“Repeat that,” I said quietly.“He said he’s married now. To Dante. His words, not mine.”A slow heat built behind my eyes. I set the receiver down gently on the desk and exhaled through my nose. “Thank you, Lorenzo. That will be all.”When the line went dead, I let the mask slip. The calm, controlled smile vanished.I slammed my palm against the mahogany, “Ungrateful little bastard,” I muttered. “After everything.”My reflection in the window looked older,

  • THE MAFIA'S REVENGE BRIDE   BLOODLINES

    Dante's POVThe woman’s hands shook as she poured the coffee, the dark liquid spilling over the rim and spreading across the table. I didn’t care about the mess. My gaze never left Lorenzo.He looked older. The years had carved lines into his face, but his eyes still carried that same humour with a tint of something dangerous.“Cut the act,” I said. “Why are you here?”He leaned back, the chair creaking under him. For a heartbeat, his expression softened, or maybe I imagined it. “We both know why I’m here,” he said quietly. “It’s about Marco.”“Marco doesn’t want anything to do with you,” I said. “Or with his father.”Lorenzo’s eyes sharpened. “Yeah, he said as much.”I stood before I even realized I’d moved. “Then, we are done here.” Lorenzo didn’t flinch. He banged his hand on the table. “You think protecting him means erasing me? You forget where we come from. The love I have for you.”I wanted to tell him he was wrong. Lorenzo pushed on. “Marco’s not a replacement for me, Dante

  • THE MAFIA'S REVENGE BRIDE   THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US

    Marco’s POVSafe. The word sounded hollow in his mouth.All night I’d felt weird and uncomfortable, as I’d seen the look in Dante’s eyes after he met Lorenzo.Now, I studied him as he spoke with Leo. His voice was calm, his movements precise, but his thoughts were obviously elsewhere. With him.Lorenzo.I’d heard bits of their history from Rico and the others, as well as seen the photograph. When Dante finally turned toward me, I tried to look composed. “You sure we can trust your friend?” I asked.“He’s not my friend,” Dante said. “Not anymore.”But the way he said it didn’t sound final.He poured himself a drink, eyes avoiding mine.“Was he important to you?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.Dante froze. Then, slowly, “He was. Once.”That hurt more than I expected. I nodded, pretending it didn’t. “And now?”He looked at me for a long time. “Now I’m trying not to repeat old mistakes.”I wanted to believe him. God, I did. But some part of me knew that ghosts like Lore

  • THE MAFIA'S REVENGE BRIDE   ASHES AND EMBERS

    Dante’s POVTen years, and I still hadn’t forgiven him. Maybe I never would. He’d sold me out in Milan, walked away while I bled for the both of us. And yet, standing in that room tonight, hearing his voice again, I could almost feel the same fire trying to drag me under. One memory came unbidden to me, on our trip to paris, kissing under eiffel tower, touching him and getting him half naked, not caring if someone saw us, but we had the cover of the night.Him bending me over, me trying to stop him from doing it, but not really. I was still a young boy, and he was the first to take me and see me in a vulnerable state.My face buried on my arm, trying to hide my moans, not letting anyone know what was happening. Not letting anyone hear me.Hearing his breathing getting faster, his thrusts stronger and deeper.“Fuck, Dante.” He groaned, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “You’re so tight.”“Don’t” I gasped, my hands clenching the railing. “Don’t talk.”He laughed, a sound

  • THE MAFIA'S REVENGE BRIDE   GHOSTS OF THE SAME FIRE

    Lorenzo’s POVHe hadn’t changed, not where it mattered. The same posture, half-ready to strike, half-ready to bolt. I could still read the tension in the line of his shoulders, the way his fingers twitched near the holster. Ten years and Dante still looked at me like I was a loaded gun he couldn’t decide whether to aim or unload.The room emptied after I signaled my men out. Marco stayed close to him, with eyes darting everywhere.“You’re working for Powell now,” Dante said, voice low. Not a question. A wound reopened.Turning away to pour myself a drink, l let the silence stretch. “Working with him,” I corrected. “There’s a difference.”He laughed, “That’s what you told yourself back in Milan, right before you sold me out, remember?”The whiskey burned down my throat. “You make it sound so simple.”In truth, it had never been simple. Back then, we’d been two wolves pretending to be human — running jobs in the south ports, trading lives for intel, kissing between ambushes as if the

  • THE MAFIA'S REVENGE BRIDE   THE BREACH

    Dante’s POVThe city was still half-asleep when we reached the warehouse. I pushed the door open and guided Marco inside, one hand steady on his back.The place had been one of Rico’s fallback caches: concrete floor, iron girders, crates stacked in neat lines. I scanned the corners first. No motion sensors, no trip lights. Good. At least some of my men still remembered what discretion meant.“Stay here,” I said, crossing to the far wall where a breaker box was half-hidden behind an oil-stained tarp. I flipped the switch, and dim emergency bulbs hummed to life, bleeding orange light across the space.Marco stood near the doorway, arms folded. “Do you trust this place?”“No,” I said. “But I trust the man who built it.”As if on cue, the burner unit in my pocket buzzed once, it was a coded signal. Status update pending. I keyed in the decrypt. Static, then Rico’s voice, came through“Boss, we’ve got movement on Sector Five. Drones in the air, three, maybe four. Unmanned, pattern sweep.

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