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The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss The Gala Gambit.
Chapter Sixty Nine: The Gala GambitThe air in Ryan Graves’ mansion tasted like expensive champagne and lies. Every glittering gown, every polished smile felt like a weapon. And Peter felt completely exposed.Across the crowded room, Caesar and Julian held their spot near the staircase like royalty. They looked calm, sipping their drinks, but their eyes never stopped moving. Watching Ryan. Watching the exits. Watching him.Then Peter felt it…that crawling sensation on the back of his neck. Ryan was staring right at him.Before panic could fully take hold, a warm hand closed around his. Enzo’s thumb brushed softly over his knuckles, a silent promise. I’m right here. Peter’s shoulders relaxed just a little. He turned and gave Enzo a small, real smile.It was the worst thing he could have done.Ryan’s charming mask slipped. His jaw tightened, his eyes going dark with something ugly and possessive. Peter watched in slow-motion horror as Ryan excused himself from a group of politicia
The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss Games and Mask.
Chapter Sixty-Eight: Games & Masks Peter’s blood turned to ice in his veins. His fists clenched so hard his nails cut half-moons into his palms. One more step and he would’ve swung, consequences be damned. “If you ever…”Ryan threw his head back and laughed, loud, rich, cruel, like the whole thing was the funniest joke he’d heard all year. “Relax, Davis,” he said, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye. “It was just a joke. You’re wound way too tight.” But the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Those stayed cold, promising, ‘I meant every word.‘ Peter swallowed fire. “Anyway,” Ryan continued, straightening his tie like he hadn’t just threatened the love of Peter’s life. “…epartmental gala in two weeks. Formal. Bring your boyfriend.” He flashed teeth. “I’m dying to meet the man who’s got you so… protective.” Peter’s stomach dropped. “I—I’ll have to check our schedules, sir. He’s a very busy—” “Make it work,” Ryan cut in, voice velvet over steel. “I insist.” Peter nodded st
The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss Crossed Lines.
Chapter Sixty-Seven: Crossed LinesThe warm, garlic-scented air of the little Italian restaurant was a welcome cocoon. For the first time in what felt like forever, Peter felt the heavy weight on his shoulders lift just a little. Across the small table, Enzo grinned, twirling a forkful of spaghetti."See? The world won't end if you take one night off," Enzo said, his voice soft and his eyes full of warmth. He held the fork out. "I like seeing you like this... just Peter."Peter laughed, a real, genuine sound, and leaned forward to take the bite. "I forget what this feels like sometimes," he admitted, his smile easy. "Just being with you without... you know. The rest of it."It was perfect. And like all perfect things in Peter's life, it was shattered in an instant.His smile vanished, wiped clean from his face. Over Enzo's shoulder, he saw him. Ryan Graves, being led to a table across the room, shaking hands with a city official like he owned the place. Peter’s blood ran cold."He
The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss The Serpent Kiss.
Chapter Sixty Six: The Serpent Kiss Peter pushed the door open slowly, the soft creak slicing through the heavy silence of the office. Ryan stood by the windows, his broad back turned to Peter, rigid like a statue carved from anger. “Close the door, Peter.” Ryan’s voice was low, quiet…but every syllable carried a weight of command that brooked no argument. Peter obeyed, the click of the door closing sounding unnervingly loud. “You saw the news, I assume? The laughing stock of the city. My task force… humiliated by novelty fish,” Ryan said, voice tight, clipped. Peter kept his tone even, careful to stay neutral. “It was a strategic blow, sir. But we’ll recover. We’ll find whoever did this.” Ryan spun around like a coiled serpent, slamming his hand down on the desk with a thunderous crack. Peter flinched, caught off guard by the raw fury blazing in Ryan’s eyes. “Recover?!” Ryan’s roar shattered the room, his face twisted with something savage, feral. “They didn’t j
The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss Meeting With the Foes
Chapter Sixty Five: Meeting With The FoesThe air in the VIP room was thick with the smell of old money and new lies. Peter felt his uniform tighten around his throat like a noose. Every step behind Ryan Graves felt like walking the plank.Arthur Bryan sat enthroned in a leather armchair, a glass of brandy in hand. His smile was a polished weapon. "Peter Davis," he said, the name rolling off his tongue like a verdict. He stood, his grip crushing Peter's hand. "I knew your father. A man of… inflexible principles." His eyes, cold and assessing, scanned Peter's face. "It's a relief to see his son understands how the real world operates."Peter’s stomach churned. He could feel the ghost of his father in the room, a silent, disapproving presence. I’m sorry, Dad. He forced a smile that felt like a crack in his soul. "I believe in getting things done, Senator. My father admired efficiency. I suppose I do, too." The lie tasted like bile.Ryan clapped a heavy hand on Peter’s shoulder, a p
The Enemy's Obsession: Bound To The Mafia Boss The Devil’s Bargain.
Chapter Sixty Four: The Devil’s Bargain The lounge was too quiet, the kind of silence that felt expensive and dangerous. Peter’s skin prickled under his uniform. It felt like a costume here, a pathetic disguise. “There you are. I was beginning to think you got cold feet.” Ryan Graves didn’t smile. His eyes did all the talking, scanning Peter like he was a piece of evidence. “Sit.” Peter sat, the leather chair groaning under him. He felt like a kid in the principal’s office, if the principal was a shark in a tailored suit. “You look tense. Drink.” It wasn’t a suggestion. Ryan pushed a glass of amber liquid across the polished wood. “It’s good to have ambition, kid. Serve me well, and you’ll rise fast. Faster than you can imagine.” Peter’s fingers curled around the cool glass. He forced a smile, but it felt brittle on his face. “It’s not about the position for me, sir. It’s about serving the country. Upholding the law.” The words tasted like ash in his mouth. Just like Dad. Ry
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