ECHOES OF VENOM AND UNYIELDING CHAINS

Luca’s POV

The explosion’s aftershock rolled through the pier like thunder trapped underwater—debris raining, smoke choking the night sky. Viktor’s boat remnants burned on the horizon, a funeral pyre for whatever alliance Sal had tried to forge. Chen’s agents scrambled, securing what was left: Teresa in cuffs, spitting curses; Enzo cornered by his own men turning on him, his hidden agenda exposed. Sofia had vanished into the chaos—vault drive gone, her final words a knife in my chest: Even Enzo was a pawn.

Dante pulled me deeper into the container maze, away from the lights, his breath ragged against my neck. “We have to move. Sal’s men are regrouping. Rocco’s down, but not out.”

My body still hummed from Rocco’s brutal claiming—throat raw, ass aching, skin marked in overlapping welts from two dominant men who both thought they owned me. The shame burned hotter than the pain; I hated how my cock twitched at the memory, how submission had become a drug in this nightmare.

Dante shoved me against a cold steel wall, out of sight, his hands framing my face. “Look at me.” His voice cracked—anger, possession, something broken. “He touched you. Marked you. I can smell him on your skin.”

I swallowed, tasting copper. “Dante—”

“No.” His dominance surged, darker than ever, fueled by jealousy and fear. He ripped the remains of his jacket from me, leaving me naked again in the shadows. “You’re mine. Not his. Not anyone’s.” He bound my wrists overhead with a length of chain from a nearby crate—rough, unyielding, the links biting into already-bruised skin. My arms stretched taut; toes barely touched the ground.

He stepped back, eyes raking over me like territory to reclaim. “Spread your legs. Wider.”

I obeyed, trembling. The position left me utterly exposed—cock half-hard despite the cold, the humiliation twisting into need. Dante circled slowly, predator in every line of his body. His hand cracked across my ass—hard, deliberate—then again, building rhythm. Each slap echoed; welts rose fast.

“Count,” he commanded.

“One… thank you, sir.” The words came automatically now, conditioned by pain and pleasure.

Twenty strikes. My ass burned; tears streamed. He pressed against me from behind, clothed erection grinding into the welts. “You let him fuck you. Let him choke you. Begged him.” His voice was low, dangerous. “Tell me why.”

“I… I don’t know.” Shame choked me. “It was the danger. The control. I couldn’t—”

“You couldn’t stop yourself from submitting.” His hand wrapped my throat—squeezing hard, cutting air. “But you submit to me. Only me.” He released just enough for me to gasp, then choked again—rhythmic, controlling every breath.

He freed his cock, slicking it with spit, then thrust in—raw, deep, no prep beyond the lingering slick from Rocco. I cried out, body arching. He didn’t pause—pounded with punishing force, each snap of his hips driving home ownership. His hand on my throat tightened further—vision spotting, world narrowing to the brutal rhythm inside me.

“Feel that?” he snarled. “That’s me erasing him. Every thrust. Every mark.” His free hand found my cock—stroking viciously, twisting the head until I sobbed. He edged me mercilessly: fast, then stopping, pinching the base, denying release while he hammered my prostate.

“You come when I say. Scream my name. Not his.”

“Dante—sir—please…”

He slapped my face—sharp, stinging—then choked harder. “Louder. Beg like the whore you are for me.”

“Please, sir! Fuck me harder! Own me! Let me come for you!”

The dominance peaked—he lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his arm, spreading me wider in the chain’s pull. The new angle drove him deeper—brutal, relentless. He bit my shoulder—hard enough to break skin—then licked the blood. “Mine. Forever.”

He released the choke just enough. “Now. Come. Milk my cock like the perfect slave you are.”

The orgasm ripped through me—violent, blinding, cum shooting in endless ropes across the ground. My body seized, walls clenching around him. Dante followed—thrusting deep, flooding me with hot pulses, roaring my name like a claim against the night.

He held me through the aftershocks, unchaining my wrists, pulling me into his arms. Tender now, almost reverent—kissing the welts, the bite marks. “I won’t lose you. Not to him. Not to anyone.”

But the moment shattered. Footsteps—multiple. Sofia emerged from the smoke, flanked by two men in dark tactical gear. Not Moretti. Not Vitale. Unmarked. Her face was calm, almost serene.

“Luca. Dante. Step away from each other.”

Dante tensed, gun rising. “Sofia—”

She raised her hand—holding a small vial. Clear liquid. “This? The same toxin I used on Marco. But modified. Faster. Painless. Final.”

My stomach dropped. “Why?”

“Because the motive wasn’t just revenge.” She stepped closer, eyes meeting mine. “It was survival. Dad’s skimming? Mom’s journals? They weren’t just records. They were insurance. Dad had dirt on every family—Vitales, Morettis, Bratva, even the Sicilians. When Viktor killed them, I inherited it. Enzo thought he was using me; Sal thought he could buy me. But the real agenda? Mine.”

She uncapped the vial. “The files on the drive? Decoys. The real ones are in my blood—encoded DNA sequence. A living key. If I die, it unlocks everything. Every secret. Every account. The world burns.”

Dante’s voice was hoarse. “You’re going to kill yourself?”

“No.” She smiled—small, sad. “I’m going to finish what Dad started. Unite the families under one rule. Mine.”

Behind her, the unmarked men raised weapons—tranq darts. One hit Dante in the neck; he dropped, eyes wide with shock.

Sofia knelt beside me, vial to my lips. “Drink, brother. Or watch him die slowly.”

The liquid burned going down. Darkness rushed in.

When I woke, I was chained in a private jet—high altitude, engines humming. Sofia sat across from me, calm. Enzo and Sal—bound, gagged—were in the seats behind.

She leaned forward. “Welcome to the new order, Luca. You’re my accountant now. And my leverage.”

Outside the window, New York shrank below us. But a faint signal blinked on her wrist device—unmarked. A hidden ally? Or another layer of her game?

And as the toxin coursed through my veins slow, insidious I realized: the poison wasn’t just in my blood.

It was in hers.

And the final betrayal was only beginning.