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Author: Raven Black
last update publish date: 2026-03-05 15:06:24

Aiden stood outside Vito's door, his hand hovering just inches from the wood. His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears and feel it in his throat.

The last time he had been here, he literally had to beg for his life. And that hadn't ended well. Not well at all.

He could still remember the cold barrel of the gun pointed at his head, the way his knees had hit the floor, the taste of copper in his mouth from biting his tongue too hard. He had promised things that night. Things he
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  • The Devil’s Game   25

    The warehouse smelled like sweat, blood, and rust.Vito stepped out of the black SUV just after sunrise, his mood darker than the shadows stretching across the concrete floor. He hadn’t slept much. His mind kept replaying the look on Aiden’s face last night… that mix of hurt, anger, and confusion when he asked about Bryan. It pissed him off more than it should have.Bernard was already waiting near the entrance.“Everyone’s here, boss,” Bernard said quietly. “No one missed it.”Vito gave a single nod and walked inside. The large open space was packed with his security team… over fifty men standing in neat rows, all of them tense and silent. They knew why they were here. Word about the two attackers slipping into the club last night had spread fast.Vito stopped in front of them, hands behind his back, eyes scanning every face.“You all know the drill,” he said, voice low but carrying through the entire warehouse. “Drop down. One thousand push-ups. Now.”Not a single man hesitated. The

  • The Devil’s Game   24

    Vito turned around slowly, staring at Aiden like he had just grown a second head.“Where the fuck did you get that dumb idea?”Aiden’s chest felt painfully tight. The words tumbled out before he could stop them. “Well there has to be someone, right?” He gestured weakly toward Vito’s still-hard cock, thick and flushed between his legs. “You’re still hard. I know it. So why don’t you ever… cum with me?”The silence that followed was heavy. Vito didn’t move. He just stood there, water still dripping slowly from his body onto the floor. Aiden could feel his own eyes starting to burn, but he refused to look away. He was tired of being used, tired of feeling like he was never enough.Vito finally stepped closer, so close that Aiden could smell the fresh soap and warm skin. For a moment, he thought Vito might get angry. Instead, Vito leaned in and brushed his head like he was a little kid… his pet.“You must really be tired from all that,” Vito said quietly, almost gently. His breath brushed

  • The Devil’s Game   23

    Aiden’s heart hammered against his ribs as he stood outside the bathroom door. The sound of running water filled the silence. He knew he should turn around. He knew this was crossing a line. But his hand moved anyway.He pushed the door open.Steam rolled out, thick and warm. And there was Vito.Completely naked under the spray, water cascading down every inch of his powerful body. His back was to Aiden… his broad shoulders flexing, tattoos covering most of his skin like dark stories carved into muscle. Scars crisscrossed his sides and lower back, some old and faded, others fresher. Water traced every ridge, running down the curve of his ass and strong thighs.Vito turned around slowly.Their eyes locked.For a second, neither of them spoke. Vito’s dark hair was wet, plastered to his forehead and neck. His chest rose and fell steadily under the water. Aiden’s gaze dropped before he could stop himself… down the hard planes of Vito’s stomach, following the trail of dark hair lower… unt

  • The Devil’s Game   22

    Vito’s hand was still gripping Aiden’s chin when the entire bar seemed to freeze around them. The guards continued their searches, but every eye in the room kept flicking toward the two of them.“Are you hurt?” Vito asked, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tension.Aiden swallowed. “It’s not that bad.”Vito didn’t wait for more explanation. His hands moved with purpose, checking Aiden’s arms, his ribs, tilting his head to inspect the small cut on his lip. When his fingers brushed over the deep gash on Aiden’s forearm, Aiden winced.Vito’s jaw tightened. “Get to the car. Now.”“But my shift–”“I said now.”Aiden didn’t argue. He could feel the rage rolling off Vito like heat from a furnace. He turned and headed toward the exit, aware of every stare burning into his back.Vito’s voice rose behind him, cold and commanding as he addressed the security team scattered throughout the club.“All of you. Warehouse. First thing tomorrow morning. Anyone who’s missing better have

  • The Devil’s Game   21

    Aiden’s back slammed against the cold brick wall of the alley. The bass from the bar thumped through the walls like a heartbeat, loud enough to drown out everything. He opened his mouth to shout for help, but the sound barely left his throat before it was swallowed by the music.The scarred man laughed. “Go ahead and scream, pretty boy. Nobody’s coming.”The second attacker grabbed Aiden by the front of his shirt and shoved him harder into the wall. Pain exploded in his shoulder as it scraped against the rough bricks.“You think hiding behind Vito makes you untouchable?” the scarred man hissed, pressing the knife against Aiden’s side. “Matteo sends his regards.”Aiden swung wildly, his fist connecting with the man’s jaw. It wasn’t much, but it bought him a second. He tried to run toward the door, but the other guy tackled him from behind. They crashed to the dirty ground together. A boot slammed into his ribs. Another kick landed on his thigh.“Stop– fuck– get off me!” Aiden gasped, s

  • The Devil’s Game   20

    The afternoon sun beat down on the old industrial warehouse like it was trying to set the place on fire. Vito stepped out of the SUV alone, no guards, no backup, just the quiet click of his expensive shoes on cracked concrete. He adjusted the cuffs of his black shirt and walked straight toward the side entrance like he owned the building. Two of Matteo’s men posted outside straightened up fast, hands twitching toward their weapons. They recognized him immediately.“He’s inside,” one of them said, voice shaky.Vito didn’t acknowledge them. He pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the dim, dusty space.Matteo was sitting at a folding table in the middle of the open floor, surrounded by five of his guys playing cards and drinking. The second Vito appeared without anyone behind him, Matteo’s face split into a wide, mocking grin.“Ho-ly shit,” Matteo laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Look who decided to show up. Fucking Vito himself, walking in here with no guards? You really go

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