บททั้งหมดของ Bound by blood and lies: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Ricardo's POVThe cell smelled like rust and regret.The stone beneath me was cold, so cold it felt like it wanted to leech the warmth straight out of my bones. I didn’t move. Not when they shoved me in here, not when they slammed the iron gate behind me. Not when Luca’s blood was still drying on my shirt, his fury still ringing in my ears.I deserved it.All of it.The silence was familiar. Almost comforting. It reminded me of the quiet times back in the orphanage after lights out. When no one talked because talking meant remembering you were alone.I stared at the wall.It wasn’t guilt that weighed the heaviest.It was loss.They always assumed I was quiet because I had nothing to say.But silence was safer. Silence meant survival.Until now.Now it just pained me. Every memory. Every face. Every decision that brought me here.I didn’t expect to make it out alive. That wasn’t part of the plan.But plans fall apart.Especially when emotions get involved.Especially when they get invo

Eli's povIn no time his clothing followed as well as my shirt which he tossed carelessly across the room.His hips lowered unto mine, slowly he began to grind his hard length against mine while his lips tortured my neck, biting, sucking, licking.I knew my neck was going to be littered with marks the next day but I didn't care. I would wear his mark with honor any day any time.“Fuck…” a moan escaped me as I threw my head back in pleasure.My asshole clenched in anticipation. I wished Matteo was there to join us.As if he had somehow heard me, the door clicked open and he walked in.“Well, well. What do we have here?” He tainted, shutting the door behind him.My eyes could barely stay open at this point because Luca had brought his hand down and fisted both our cocks, stroking slowly.“The little slut decided to sneak into your bed and have some fun without me.” He continued.Slut. I never thought there'd be a day where I would love to be addressed as such but hearing it from Matteo

Eli's povAfter the meeting finally ended with whispers and quiet glances following us like shadows Luca still didn’t let me go.He stood.Laced his fingers with mine.And tugged me wordlessly through the hall, up the old stone staircase, past the guards and lieutenants who pretended not to stare.I let him lead me.His grip was firm, warm, threading life back into the cracks left by fear and doubt.Only when we reached the safety of his room—our room now, I guess—did he pause, closing the door behind us with a soft click.Silence.Heavy and warm and safe.Luca sighed, leaning his forehead against the wood for a long moment.I stood there, watching him.The tension in his shoulders. The slight tremble in his breath.He was holding himself together for me.But just barely.“Luca...” I stepped closer, gently touching his back.His hand reached for mine immediately, pulling me forward, turning so I fell gently against his chest. His arms wrapped around me, holding tight,.so tight it stol

Luca’s POVSoon he was dragged to the cellar. Away from prying eyes because we needed as much information as we could get without it reaching the wrong ears.We chose the cellar instead of dungeons m it was better here. Easier to clean up.The cellar stank of fear.Of sweat. Old blood. Oil and damp and rot.But tonight… it smelled of something else.Betrayal.He hung from the chains, wrists raw, head sagging. Blood dripped onto the stone floor in slow, eerie taps. Like a clock. Counting down.Tick.Tock.Emilio, my father, circled him like a vulture, slow, patient, dragging the edge of a knife along the traitor’s cheek."You wore the mask so well," Emilio murmured. "Loyal guard. Quiet dog. Ricardo’s shadow. Never seen. Never questioned. Perfect."I stood behind him. Heart a roaring in my ears. Ricardo’s twin, Marcelo. I wasn't that close to him so I didn't feel the need or hesitate and rip him to shreds if I wasn't being held back.Eli pressed close to my sidehis hand laced in mine, k

Emilio's POVThe dungeon smelled like the thing I loved most. Pain.Old, caked blood. Fear sweat. Urine.The scent of men who never left alive.I descended the stone steps slowly, hands behind my back, face as strong as iron. The guards straightened when they saw me. Eyes wide.They weren't expecting me to be here by this time.I stopped in front of them.“Leave.”They hesitated.One swallowed. “Signore Rossi, Matteo said—”I smiled. Cold. Thin.“Is this his house? You seem to have forgotten your duty. If either of you breathes a single word of this visit…” I leaned close, my voice like a sword in the dark, “I will have your heads on pikes before you know you’ve died. Your wives. Your children. Your mothers. Your bloodline wiped clean from the face of this earth.”Silence.Their faces drained pale as snow.They stepped aside like shadows.Good.I walked down the narrow corridor alone. My shoes clicking against damp stone. The world above, Luca, Matteo, the Famiglia was gone.Down he