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Chains in the Courtroom
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2025-09-30 14:59:55
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Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) The Courtroom Arrival
The courthouse hummed with restless murmurs, every sound magnified by polished marble walls. Noah’s shoes clicked too loudly as he walked beside Dominic, a manila folder clutched against his chest like a shield. His palms were slick with sweat, though Dominic’s hand brushing the small of his back steadied him for a moment.“You’re trembling,” Dominic murmured, voice low and even.“I’m fine,” Noah lied, though his voice cracked.“You don’t look fine.” Dominic’s dark eyes cut sideways, sharp as glass. “Keep your head up. She feeds on weakness.”Before Noah could answer, the air shifted. Harper entered, heels striking the floor with deliberate grace. Her hair gleamed under the courthouse lights, every strand perfectly arranged, her fitted dress projecting power. The corners of her mouth lifted in a smile, but her eyes carried frost.Noah’s throat tightened. Their gazes locked, and for a fraction of a second, Harper’s smile widened, mocking.Dominic’s hand left Noah’s back, replaced
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chains in the Courtroom
Dominic’s penthouse office glowed with the first rays of dawn. The skyline stretched endlessly behind him, glass walls framing a kingdom he owned piece by piece. He sat at a mahogany desk polished to perfection, one hand drumming against the armrest while the other held his phone to his ear. His voice was steel wrapped in velvet.“File it today. Motions, counterclaims—make her choke on paperwork before she breathes. I don’t want Harper stepping near a courtroom without tripping over a wall of obstacles. Do you understand me?”“Yes, Mr. Voss,” the lawyer’s voice crackled through the speaker.“Good. Don’t wait for instructions. I pay you to anticipate.” Dominic ended the call with a flick of his thumb, leaning back in his chair, expression carved in stone.The office door opened without warning. Noah stepped in, his hair still damp from the shower, his lean frame wrapped in a white T-shirt and joggers. He froze at the sight of Dominic lowering the phone. His chest tightened. “What wa
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) The Enemy in the Dark
The garage smelt like oil and wet concrete, and every sound was stretched out by the echo. Dominic's footsteps broke the silence. They were steady and purposeful, and his tailored coat brushed against his thighs as he walked. The lights above flickered, casting broken rays of light around the room. Ahead, a silver sedan gleamed beneath the low ceiling, and beside it, Harper leaned casually against the driver’s side.She wore a cream trench, heels clicking against the ground when she shifted her stance. Her lips painted red, her hair sleek as though she had just walked off a magazine spread. Yet her knuckles tightened around her car keys, the metal pressed too hard into her palm.“You really couldn’t choose a café like everyone else?” Dominic’s voice carried, smooth but edged with disdain.Harper’s smile bloomed, practiced and sharp. “And give you the satisfaction of an audience? No, Dominic. This suits us better.”He stopped a few feet away, hands sliding into his pockets, eyes
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) The Battle for Eli’s Future
The dining table was painted a delicate gold as the early light streamed through the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows. The soft clatter of silverware blended with the aroma of roasted coffee. Noah sat opposite Dominic, his plate half-touched. His nerves itched beneath his skin, the kind that made him tap his fork against porcelain without realizing.Dominic noticed. He always noticed. His gray eyes lifted from the morning paper, sharp, waiting. “You’ve been restless all week. Say it.”Noah took a breath, heart hammering. “I want Eli to be enrolled in school.”The words snapped the silence like glass shattering.Dominic’s brow creased, his scar drawing darker. “No.” He didn’t hesitate. One syllable, final, like a slammed door.“Why not?” Noah leaned forward, his tone edged with frustration. “He needs to be around other kids. He needs—”“He needs to be safe,” Dominic cut in, voice calm but carrying steel. “The outside world is unpredictable. Strangers, teachers, parents—too m
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) The Omission
The dining table gleamed under the soft chandelier light, crystal glasses catching flecks of gold. Dominic sat at the head, a figure carved in sharp lines and shadows. His tailored shirt stretched across broad shoulders, the scar that traced his cheek giving him an edge that silenced most men before they spoke.Across from him, Noah pushed noodles around his plate. His fork scraped too loud, betraying the unease coiled in his chest. He glanced up once, caught those storm-gray eyes, then quickly looked away.“You’ve been quiet,” Dominic said, his voice low, carrying more weight than the words deserved. “Something on your mind?”Noah forced a smile. “Just tired.”Dominic leaned back, studying him like one studies an opponent before a move. “Tired doesn’t make your hand shake.”Noah froze, fork suspended. His hand really had been trembling. He set it down quickly. “It’s nothing.”“Nothing,” Dominic repeated, rolling the word over his tongue. “I’ve heard that before. It usually means t
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) DOMINIC’S POV
Penthouse TensionThe kitchen glowed with soft morning light spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows, bouncing off marble counters polished to glass. The scent of roasted coffee hung in the air. Noah leaned against the island, sleeves pushed to his elbows, eyes drifting between Eli pushing a toy truck along the tiles and the city skyline that stretched forever.The elevator doors slid open. Dominic strode in, crisp suit hugging his tall frame, Jaxon shadowing him like steel. Their voices cut off mid-conversation when Noah turned. Dominic’s gaze softened, then hardened again as if he couldn’t afford softness.Jaxon dropped a thin folder onto the counter. Photographs spilled out—grainy shots of Harper leaning across a table at a café.“She’s not working alone,” Dominic said, with a low voice but razor sharp. He tapped one of the pictures with a gloved finger. “This man. The face is shadowed, but I can feel who it is.”Jaxon leaned closer, brows drawn. “Caleb?”Dominic’s jaw flexed,
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