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Blood Between Us

Penulis: RAJI
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-09 15:53:30

I taste blood on my tongue, but it’s not mine. It’s the metallic tang of fear and adrenaline. Moments ago, my whole world consisted of nothing but the warmth of Luca’s skin against mine. His heartbeat slowed as the last echoes of passion faded, and now I lay there, half-dazed, drunk on peace. The safehouse was silent; everything outside our bubble of closeness had ceased to exist. For the first time in a long time, I let myself feel something other than the cold drift of duty and violence.

Now time ruptures. A thunderous crash at the door shatters the intimacy, blood pounding in my ears. Gunshots erupt—sudden, terrifying. The world warps into chaos. A drill of adrenaline hammers my brain awake. I jam the pistol into my hand, adrenaline sharpening every sense. The last good moment vanished. Men in black flood into the room, and everything goes red.

“Luca, down!” My shout is a throwaway in the hail of bullets. But Luca already knows. He slams me out of the way and collapses beside me. T
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    Dante’s POVThe taste of him still lingered.Blood, whiskey, and desperation. That kiss had not been gentle. It was a collision, a wound torn open on both our mouths. For a moment, I hadn’t known whether I wanted to crush him against me until he shattered, or break away and put a bullet in his chest. Both urges had felt the same—violent, consuming, inevitable.Now the clinic was too quiet. Luca lay on the cot, pale beneath the harsh light, breath shallow but steady. Bandages bound his side, fresh red seeping through, a reminder of just how close I had come to losing him. He should have been nothing to me by now. A broken pawn. An FBI plant. A man who had put a knife in my back the moment I let him too close.But then he kissed me.It replayed, unbidden: the snap of his hands in my shirt, the crash of his mouth against mine, the taste of blood and want. He had kissed me like he hated me. Like he couldn’t stop himself. Like he needed me more than air.And it was that—the need—that damne

  • Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss   Chains in the Dark

    Dante’s POVThe taste of him still lingered.Blood, whiskey, and desperation. That kiss had not been gentle. It was a collision, a wound torn open on both our mouths. For a moment, I hadn’t known whether I wanted to crush him against me until he shattered, or break away and put a bullet in his chest. Both urges had felt the same—violent, consuming, inevitable.Now the clinic was too quiet. Luca was slumped against the cot, pale, bandaged, his lashes heavy with exhaustion. But his eyes had opened once after the kiss, hazy with guilt, and I had seen the truth there. He hadn’t meant to give in. He hadn’t meant to want me still.And yet he did.That was what cut deepest. Not that he betrayed me with Mira. Not that he had ever worn the FBI’s badge under my roof. But that he still wanted me, even when he knew better. Even when he knew it could destroy us both.I sat in the corner chair, every muscle coiled tight. My hands flexed against my knees, and I thought of how easy it would be to sta

  • Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss   Ashes That Burn

    Luca’s POVThe clinic stank of blood and antiseptic, sharp enough to make me dizzy. Or maybe that was the blood loss. My shoulder throbbed in a dull, merciless rhythm, every heartbeat pushing fire through the stitches Dante had just pulled into me.I should’ve been thinking about survival. About the mission. About Mira. About the fact that sitting here, bleeding in front of him, was exactly how I swore it would never end.But none of that mattered. Not when he was this close.Dante.The man who should’ve left me to bleed out in the street. The man I betrayed. The man who should hate me enough to crush my throat instead of saving me. And yet, here he was — hands steady on my skin, breath warm when he leaned too close, his forehead brushing mine for just a second too long.I couldn’t breathe. Not from the pain. From him.My mind clawed for distance, for sanity. He’s your enemy. He’s the reason Mira matters at all. He’s the man you’re supposed to destroy.But my body… my body remembered

  • Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss   Blood Between Us (continued)

    I curse silently at Matteo Santoro who sent this fucking nightmare. Anyone who hurt Luca will die by my hands.His little bravado teeth still gleam when he smiles slightly. “I… I was telling Matteo…” his words trail off in another cough.“What?” I whisper, afraid.“Tell me later. Fight later,” he croaks.“I’m right here, Luca,” I assure him, pressing my lips to the scruff of his neck. My hands shake so badly. Not from fear of my own death—fear of losing him.He manages a small laugh, the bravery behind it broken by pain. “You promised, D. Paris.”He squeezes my arm. “You needed someone to trust,” he murmurs.“I trust you,” I rasp.His eyes glaze as fatigue claims him. His fingers pull desperately at my collar, and he murmurs, “Any…and every…place with you…”A scream of frustration breaks from me. “I’m right here, Luca. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”He inhales sharply and his eyes well. “I won’t die, D… not yet,” he whispers, and a bit of defiance flares in those eyes.I hug him tighte

  • Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss   Where the Night Breaks

    “I’m not leaving you,” I say, voice raw. Everything else fades—the dying man moaning, the crackle of broken glass, the distant sirens slicing through the night air. There is only Luca, trembling and pale in my arms, and me, half-coated in his warm blood, shaking so hard I can barely stay upright.Panic surges through me like a blade. I drop Luca to the floor and thrust myself over him. His skin is icy under my palm, clammy with life. The scent of his blood is sweet and metallic. Warm drops drip through my fingers onto the tile.“Oh God, oh God,” I mutter. “Stay with me, please. Stay with me.”Luca’s jaw is slack, an attempt at comforting me he doesn’t feel. He whimpers into my chest, clutching at my shirt as if I could pull him inside my body. Every breath he takes is short and labored.“We’re moving,” I manage, surprising myself with a calm I don’t feel. “We have to get you out of here.”“No,” Luca croaks. He clutches my arm tighter, nails digging into my skin. “Dante…”Another bulle

  • Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss   Shadows Through the Window

    The night air is heavy around us, a slow warmth drifting through the open window of the safehouse. It’s humid, sweet with the scent of summer rain on concrete, and Luca is pressed against my chest, breath soft on my collarbone. Our hearts are still thundering from what just happened—an intimate moment shared in whispered confessions and trembling lips—and for a few precious seconds, the world recedes to just the two of us.I can feel the tremor in Luca’s arms around me, the rise and fall of his chest beneath my palm. Heat echoes down the length of my spine, and for a fleeting moment, I let my guard slip. But the silence of the safehouse cracks the instant I hear it: the metallic click of a gun’s chamber cocking from the darkness outside.My head snaps up. “Luca, get down!” I roar, voice edged with ice. The calm shatters into violence and instinct. I yank Luca to the ground and throw myself between him and the front door, even as the first bullets rip through the peace. Bullets sliver

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