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2025-09-05 04:41:24
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Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 42
With a faint hiss, the lift doors slid open. Silence and smoke filled the air as Dominic was the first to leave. The penthouse, which represented his authority, was completely destroyed. Broken glass crunched under his feet. The destroyed room was filled with the subtle smell of smoke, and burned wiring curled from the walls. All traces of grace had been removed. Through windows coated with soot, the city lights flickered, cold and broken.Noah followed, eyes caught somewhere between disbelief and dread. The once spotless living room lay in pieces, couch overturned, a painting slashed, the marble floor spattered with ash. The disabled alarm light blinked a dull red, pulsing like a dying heartbeat. Dominic moved forward, his jaw set tight, his shoulders tense beneath his soaked shirt. He said nothing, only scanned the room like a predator assessing the damage to its den.“Dominic…” Noah’s voice was barely a whisper. “What happened here?”Dominic didn’t answer. He bent down, pi
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 41
The clock on the wall blinked 4:03 a.m. when the elevator doors slid open. Dominic stepped out, drenched in rain and silence. His coat clung to his shoulders, heavy with exhaustion, droplets trailing down his jaw. The penthouse was dark except for the amber glow of the city through glass. Noah stirred awake, hearing the faint creak of leather shoes on marble.“Where were you?” his voice cracked the quiet, soft but edged with worry.Dominic didn’t answer. He stood at the doorway like a ghost unsure of where to haunt. His eyes once sharp, commanding, looked drained, rimmed with sleeplessness.“You didn’t come home last night,” Noah pressed, moving closer.Dominic’s voice came out low, gravelly. “I had things to fix.”“You look like something broke instead.”The faintest smirk tugged at Dominic’s lips, a gesture more habit than humor. He turned his back, staring out at the skyline. “Get dressed,” he said, tone clipped, unreadable.“For what?”“Just do it, Noah.”The way he said his name
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 40
The skyline bled amber light into Dominic’s office, the city stretching beneath him like a beast waiting to devour. Mason leaned against the glass desk, his tie loose, a cigarette dangling unlit from his lips. The detective had the kind of face that looked carved from corruption, creases deepened by smoke and bad choices.“Thought you’d want a heads-up,” Mason said, sliding a flash drive across the polished surface. “You didn’t hear it from me, but the Bureau’s got your name on a murder.”Dominic’s jaw flexed. “You think I’d be sitting here if that were true?”Mason chuckled, tapping ash from a cigarette he hadn’t lit. “Evidence says otherwise. Bloodied gloves, a gun, a nice, clean fingerprint. Yours.”“Impossible,” Dominic said flatly, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease.Mason shrugged. “They’ve got footage too. Warehouse alley, victim’s blood still warm.” He dropped a photo onto the desk, an image marked with an FBI watermark. Dominic’s fingerprint circled in red.The air t
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 39 The Taste of Normal
Riley’s downtown loft was alive with noise and color. The walls, once white, had been claimed by canvases and splashes of paint, sunlight cutting through tall windows in streaks of gold. Music drifted from a corner speaker, something soft and rhythmic, almost careless.Noah lingered by the doorway, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. “Are you sure I’m not crashing something?”Riley turned, her messy bun tilted slightly, streaks of blue paint on her cheek like war marks. “You? Please. You’re my excuse to open the good wine.”Her laugh broke through his hesitation. He stepped in, the smell of coffee, paint, and laughter wrapping around him. A group of people, artists, dreamers, and friends looked up from their half-finished projects.“This is Noah,” Riley announced. “He’s the one I told you about. The one with the quiet eyes.”Someone grinned. “The one who doesn’t talk much? We’ll fix that.”They made room for him, pulling him into conversation, handing him a drink, teasing him u
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) CHAPTER 38
The city’s lights blinked against the glass like distant fires when Noah stepped into the penthouse. The air smelled faintly of whiskey and tension. Dominic was pacing the length of his study, shoulders rigid, jaw set. The glow from the desk lamp carved shadows along his cheekbones, making his expression unreadable.“You sent someone after Mason,” Noah said quietly, his coat still half on.Dominic didn’t stop pacing. “He’s a threat. I remove threats.”“You don’t remove them, you destroy them.”Dominic looked up then, eyes sharp as cut glass. “Is there a difference when they come for what’s mine?”Noah flinched at the possessiveness, the way Dominic’s voice carried both fury and fear. “This isn’t how you fix things. You think violence keeps us safe? It only feeds the same monster you’re fighting.”Dominic’s mouth twitched, a bitter hint of a smile. “You think I enjoy this?”“I think you’ve forgotten there’s any other way to live.”The words hit harder than either expected. The silence
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 37
The city sprawled beneath the penthouse, restless and glimmering. Dominic stood by the window, his reflection split between light and shadow. His shirt sleeves were rolled to the elbows, veins visible against the tension in his arms. Papers cluttered his desk Caleb’s files, background checks, financial trails that led nowhere. The silence pressed in, oppressive, a living thing wrapping around him.He poured bourbon into a crystal glass, but it stayed untouched. His thoughts refused to quiet. Avery’s betrayal burned behind his eyes. Harper’s deceit had left a bitter aftertaste. And Noah in his absence carved holes Dominic couldn’t fill.The phone on the desk vibrated once, then again. No caller ID. His pulse shifted. He waited for it to stop, but it didn’t. The sound cut through the silence like a blade. He reached for it slowly, the weight of inevitability sinking into his gut.“Voss,” he answered, voice low.Nothing. Then a chuckle. Smooth, deep, familiar. The one voice he’d hoped
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) (Noah’s POV)
“Hey Riley can we meet up today?” Noah asked over the phone.“Depends, who am I talking to?” Riley asked.“It's Noah,” he said.“Oh Noah! What's up? Why calling with a new line?” Riley asked again.“Long story. Can we meet up today? I wanna talk to you about something” Noah said.“Sure thing. Meet
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 3 (Noah’s POV)
A shadow darted past the window, the knock still echoing in Noah’s skull. Rain battered the small flat, its cracked walls trembling as he shoved a chair under the doorknob. His muscles tensed, his hazel eyes wide with panic. A winged tattoo curled across his ribs, a remnant of foster care’s brutal
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 2 (Dominic’s POV)
A bullet screamed past Dominic Voss’s head, Millennium Park erupting into a crimson haze. Grass stained red under his boots as Caleb Warrick’s sneer lingered, the traitor’s shot searing his side. At fifty-two, he towered at six-foot-two, a broad frame carved by years of rule, salt-and-pepper hair
Under the Mafia's Touch (MxM) Chapter 1 (Noah’s POV)
A gunshot split the night outside Velvet Mirage, the crack echoing over the bass that shook the club’s grimy floor. Inside, Noah Brant danced like a trapped spark, lean muscles flexing under neon slashes of blue and red. At twenty-four, he stood five-foot-ten, dark hair clinging to his brow, hazel
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