登入They say the devil knows your name before you ever see his face. Cedric Santos learns this truth in the private booth of New York’s most exclusive club, serving champagne to the man who holds his family’s life in his hands. Gianni Falcone, New York’s newest kingpin, smiles like he knows every secret Cedric is hiding. Because he does. Desperate to pay his father’s $500,000 mafia debt, Cedric agrees to work undercover for the police with Gianni as the target. Except Gianni is actually Gus Franco, the invisible boy from high school who witnessed Cedric’s greatest humiliation. Who has been obsessively in love with him for six years, who orchestrated everything; the debt, the desperation, and the carefully constructed trap, just to make Cedric his. What starts as espionage turns into seduction. Every touch is a claim, every kiss is a threat, and Cedric finds himself falling for the monster who destroyed his life to remake it in his image. Detective Marcus Chen offers a way out, but Gianni offers everything else, only if Cedric surrenders to him completely. In a game where love and control are indistinguishable, the only way out is deeper in.
查看更多The skyscraper in Manhattan rose dark and empty against the night sky. Windows shattered like broken teeth. Wind howled through the corridors. Marcus had turned this place into a base years ago, and the whole building still hummed with his signal, a low pulse that made the air taste like blood and old lies. Cedric moved through the halls with his gun drawn, and every footstep echoed back at him like a warning he couldn't quite make out.The ghosts followed him.His father, young and alive, smiling down from the second floor, waving like they were about to grab coffee. Linda next to him, holding his hand, giving Cedric that same soft look she used to give him at bedtime. And then Cedric himself, a kid, maybe eight years old, standing in the lobby with a toy car clutched in one hand. Eyes wide. Nothing broken in him yet. Nothing stolen.His knees buckled. He caught himself against the wall, plaster cold and gritty under his palm. The boy in the lobby didn't flicker. Didn't glitch or fad
The foundation was in chaos.The clones had turned.No warning. One second they were kids doing chores, folding laundry, arguing over the last bowl of cereal. The next their eyes went flat and they started swinging. A boy no older than ten put his fist through the kitchen counter like it was drywall, sending plates skidding across the floor in pieces. A girl came at Mia with a paring knife, and Mia sidestepped it, fired a round into the ceiling plaster to buy a second of quiet."Stay back!" Nobody stayed back.Glass broke somewhere above them. A scream started and stopped too fast to be anything good. Mia turned toward it and three more kids stepped into the hallway, blocking her, moving the exact same way at the exact same time, like someone upstairs was flipping switches.In the common room, Lily had the little ones behind an overturned table, the only thing standing between them and the door. She fired through the gap along the hinge, dropping whoever came through it, and kept losi
The Norwegian wilderness swallowed them whole, white and endless, the kind of cold that bit straight through skin. Cedric led the climb, boots sinking into fresh snow, every step a fight against the wind. The bunker was buried under a glacier, access only through a narrow ice tunnel that narrowed like a throat closing. They had found the coordinates weeks earlier, hidden in a satellite photo that looked like nothing until you knew what to look for.Cedric reached the entrance first, gun steady, breath fogging the air. Gianni was right behind, Anna covering the rear with precise, silent shots that dropped two guards before they could yell. The perimeter fell in seconds, bodies crumpling in the snow. They moved fast through the corridors, boots echoing off metal walls, until they reached the central chamber.Natalia sat at a long table, monitors glowing around her, showing live feeds of the foundation’s security cameras. She looked calm, almost pleased, when they burst in.“You found me
The foundation ran smoother than it ever had. Quiet halls, except for the sound of kids learning how to be kids again. Lily read to a room full of them every morning, same three chairs pulled up front, same argument over who got to sit closest. Mia had paint under her nails for good now, not just during class. The clones smiled more. Slept better. Cedric told himself that counted for something.Then the small things started.The side garden door, unlocked on a Tuesday when he knew for a fact he'd checked it himself the night before. A camera by the east fence, tilted maybe two degrees off where it should've been, enough that nobody would notice unless they'd memorized the angle like Cedric had. A folder gone from his desk. Not misplaced. Gone, like it had never sat there at all.He didn't say anything to Gianni yet. He wanted to be wrong.He wasn't wrong. He spent two nights going through the access logs by hand, cross-checking names against shift times, and by the second night he had
Cedric stopped, then he turned around slowly.Falcone was looking at him now, really looking, his phone forgotten on the table. His expression was unreadable, but something was happening behind those eyes, some calculation, some recognition that Cedric didn't understand."Come here," Falcone said.
The wire itched.Cedric stood in the club's bathroom, full of black marble and gold fixtures that probably cost more than his entire existence, and stared at his reflection. The crisp white shirt they'd given him was tailored within an inch of its life, tucked into black slacks that actually fit fo
"You start Monday.”Cedric blinked, dragging his attention away from the cop’s mouth, the kind of mouth that looked like it knew how to do very interesting things in bed, not focusing at all on the words being said.Brett had dropped him off at the police station twenty minutes ago with a “good luc
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened to your face?”Cedric kept his hood up and his head down, ignoring the pitying looks and questions from late-night commuters on the subway who caught sight of his busted face. He could see the full extent of the damage reflected in the scratched train window,






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