Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To The Kingpin: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Hardin Even if she hadn’t said it, I was going to do it anyway.Hell, I’d been dying to kiss her since she walked down those stairs in that dress. The black one that hugged her in all the right places and made her eyes pop like a goddamn painting. She looked unreal. Crazy beautiful. And mine. Even if she didn’t know it yet.I’d held back all evening, biting down jealousy like it was something I could swallow. Every time one of those stuck-up bastards on the yacht gave her a second glance, I wanted to snap their necks. And Luna, oblivious as ever, just stood there with that soft smile, the kind that made you want to wrap her in your arms and shield her from every idiot with wandering eyes.She didn’t realize how many men noticed her.But I did. And I hated it.So when she whispered those two words—kiss me—I didn’t need a second invitation.I pulled her close, lips claiming hers like I’d been starved for it. Because truth was, I had. I’d been starving for her—for the softness in her vo

LunaThe sun was already high when we stepped out onto the deck. The ocean sparkled like it was showing off, and the salty breeze played with my damp hair. I’d thrown on a simple white dress, the fabric light enough for the weather but clingy enough to remind me I wasn’t entirely over last night. Not when Hardin’s hand slid down my lower back like it belonged there.I wasn’t sure what I expected when he said he wanted me to meet someone, but walking past sunbathers, waiters with champagne trays, and private corners still echoing with laughter from the night before—it all felt surreal. Like I wasn’t just on a yacht but in some alternate version of reality where I woke up tangled in silk sheets and lust.Hardin didn’t say much as we moved through the upper deck, only glanced down at me once with a smirk that said trust me. That same smirk made my stomach flip.We stopped at the far end of the yacht, near a shaded lounge where a man sat alone, legs crossed, a half-empty glass of scotch a

LunaIt had been bothering me all day. The silence between Hardin and me felt heavier with each passing hour, and I knew exactly what was causing it.Ronan’s words kept echoing in my mind. "Even if he kills people?"I couldn’t shake the thought. I knew Ronan was trying to get under my skin, but what if there was some truth to what he said? What if Hardin wasn’t the man I thought he was? What if he had a side to him that I didn’t fully understand, a darker side?I didn’t want to think about it, but every time I looked at Hardin, I couldn’t help but wonder. The man I saw every day was confident, charming, even kind in his own way. But what if there was something more to him that I wasn’t seeing?I couldn’t bring myself to ask him about it. What if he confirmed my fears? I didn’t know if I was ready to hear the truth, whatever it might be.That’s why I kept quiet. That’s why I stayed distant. I didn’t know how to face him without questioning everything in my head.So I pretended everythi

LunaThe image of the gun wouldn’t leave my head.As soon as my fingers wrapped around it, something cold had run down my spine. I’d shoved it right back into the hidden compartment and rushed out of the study like my feet were on fire, my heart pounding against my chest.Why does he have a gun?I stood there in my room, staring at nothing. Was that what Ronan meant on the yacht? When he asked what if he kills people? That stupid question had stayed in my head longer than I liked to admit, but now it didn’t feel so stupid anymore.Should I confront him? Or just… keep digging?I was still frozen in place, trying to calm the chaos in my head, when a soft knock hit my door.Then the door creaked open, Hardin. He popped his head in with that same crooked smile that always seemed to weaken me a little."Yes, my wife is back," he said, stepping inside fully.I had to force a smile. My face felt stiff, like my muscles were still trying to recover from the panic of earlier. I dropped my work

Hardin“You think I came all the way here just to drink your overpriced scotch?”He chuckled. “You came because you know I’m the only one crazy enough to put that kind of money on the table.”“I don’t care about the money,” I said flatly.Marcello raised a brow. “Then what do you care about?”“Control.”Marcello leaned forward, the amusement slowly fading from his eyes, replaced by something more serious. He rested his elbows on his knees, the glass of scotch dangling from his fingers. “Alright, Kingpin. You want control. Then let’s talk terms. I want protection. We both get what we want.”“You’ll get protection,” I said. “But I won’t babysit your entire operation. If I back you, you tighten your crew, clean your routes, and stay off my radar unless it’s about business.”Marcello scoffed. “You think I run a sloppy crew?”I gave him a cold stare. “I think your men talk too much, and your borders are loose. If the feds sniff this trail, I’m out.”He tapped his fingers against the glass