All Chapters of Break Me Apart (MxM): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

RENATO MARINO The black sedan rolled up the gravel path like a hearse.Gravel crunched beneath the tires as we approached the old cathedral, abandoned decades ago, resurrected tonight for one purpose only. The iron gates were already open. Men stood outside in silence, posted like statues. Armed. Alert. Ready to kill for the men inside.Salvio was behind the wheel, he seemed tense. Giovanni sat on my right, quiet as stone. Nikola and the rest of my men were circling the perimeter, on standby, fingers on triggers. The air reeked of danger and old incense, holy ground tainted by blood oaths and ambition.“This is it,” Salvio muttered. “No backing out.”“There never was,” I said gently, slipping my gloves on.A man in a grey coat stepped toward the car. He leaned in, voice low.“Only one goes in with you, sir. Rules of the table.”I looked at Giovanni. He gave a single nod, no words needed.Salvio looked at me. “Try not to die, boss.”"I'm not dying today, dawg." I smirked, shoving my h

Hi, everyone.I’m really sorry for being away these past two days. I haven’t been feeling well since I'm not that very healthy, and I needed those two days to rest. Thank you for your patience and understanding.I also want to sincerely thank every one of you who has taken the time to share your thoughts about this book and how you think it might end. I truly appreciate how invested you are, and I love seeing the unique ways each of you interprets the story.I saw a few comments about writing a book for Marcelo and Nikola. First, I want to clarify that there’s really nothing more to write about Nikola. I’ve already shared the key details of his life and love story; he got his happy ending in Giovanni’s book when he finally ended up with the person he loved.As for Marcelo, I’m honestly not sure yet. I might give him a side story with a few chapters in this book rather than a full separate book. Please let me know what you think about that, I’m open to your thoughts.That said, I’ve be

RENATO MARINOI could tell something was wrong but I couldn’t tell what.Something about the air, the way it settled too quietly around me. I had too many moving parts tonight. My men were stationed across the city, handling loose ends. Every corner was covered. Every risk calculated.And yet…“Uncle?” Giovanni leaned in, keeping his voice low. “You alright?”I swallowed thickly, hands clenched tightly at my sides as I kept my face blank, listening to the elders drone on about what was expected of me now that I was officially Don. Their words felt like static. Empty tradition. Ceremonial garbage I’d grown up memorizing but never respecting.I didn't trust any of these old men. Not the Godfather who had handed me the ring with his usual vacant stare, not the council who bowed like they hadn't spent the last months trying to take out my family. And definitely not the two rival candidates who stood smiling like they hadn't just lost everything.All of them were either licking their wound

RENATO MARINO I’d always known Marcelo would be the first of his brothers to die... too arrogant, too reckless, too stupid to survive long in this world. But I never thought it would be my finger pulling the trigger. To end his life.Not on the same life I’d helped my own brother raise from the cradle.I pulled the trigger without thinking. My rage didn’t come in waves, it was a tsunami, surging all at once, a single moment of white-hot fury that blurred everything else.The sound was deafening, but it wasn’t the sound of a body dropping that followed. It was Giovanni's voice, sharp and guttural.“Zio!”His hand jerked mine just in time, throwing my aim off. The bullet punched through the leather headrest instead of Marcelo’s skull.Marcelo sat there, frozen. Not ducking, not reacting, just… shocked. That blind, stupid trust in his eyes, like he truly didn’t believe I’d shoot him.Giovanni’s voice sliced through the thick tension. He was breathing heavily and his voice was breaking s

RENATO MARINO I should have told him no.But when Jayce looked at me like that, eyes wide, pupils blown, lips wet from our last kiss and his body trembling with need... I knew I was already too fucking gone to deny him.“I still need you,” he whispered, voice hoarse, fucked-out, and high. “Please… take it out. Just fuck me.”I clenched my jaw, forcing myself not to look at Giovanni through the rearview mirror. My nephew was silent, focused on the road, pretending not to hear a goddamn thing. But I knew better. Jayce had moaned my name minutes ago when he came all over my hand. He hadn’t exactly been quiet about it.“Jayce—” I tried, but he cut me off.“Don’t make me beg.” His voice cracked. “Or do. If that’s what it takes.”Fuck. Me.The drug was still in his system... strong, aggressive, keeping his cock hard even after he'd just come. I’d never seen anything like it. His skin was burning to the touch. His thighs were still twitching from the orgasm, but his hips hadn’t stopped shif