บททั้งหมดของ Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Like a predator on the hunt, the Maserati sliced through the night as the city passed in a blur of neon and shadows. As I drove, I felt the weight of Dante's eyes on me and kept my hands steady on the wheel.His voice was smooth and tinged with curiosity as he said, "You are quiet."I grinned while continuing to focus on the road. "Just concentrated. Did not you say you wanted to put me to the test?Dark and amused, Dante gave a low laugh. "All right. You pick things up quickly.There was something unsaid in the thick air of the car. I sensed a quiet game, a controlled exchange of power between us. I had to keep up with him.We arrived at an unmarked warehouse on the outskirts of the city, with two men wearing fitted suits with covert holsters under their jackets watching over the entrance. Beyond those doors was a secret world, a world for the untouchables, the elite, and the corrupt.Dante approached me as I got out of the car, fiddling with the cuff of his black dress shirt. The da

My hands were covered in blood that would not go away.I stood in front of the sink, watching the crimson swirl down the drain, disappearing as if it had never existed. However, I could still feel the gun's weight and the warmth of the man's blood as it spattered my knuckles.The trigger had been pulled by me. I had gone too far.Even though the water was extremely hot, I did not refuse it. I allowed it to burn. Allow it to burn into my flesh as though it would undo what I had done.The bathroom door clicked open behind me.I did not look around. did not need to. I recognized the person.Valenci, Dante.At first, he watched me while leaning against the doorframe without saying anything. His cologne—smoke, whiskey, something darkly masculine—mixed with the smell of steam and blood to fill the room with his presence."You paused," he said at last.I held onto the sink's edge. "But I did it nonetheless."Dante took a slow, methodical step forward. Indeed. You did.With a sharp exhale, I

The safehouse was quiet.Too silent.Instead of sleeping, I sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at the door to the room where Dante had vanished hours before. His hands were still burning my skin.This was incorrect. All of it.The task. The decisions I had made. how he was making me lose myself.But I was unable to stop.An Unexpected AttackIt was a faint sound at first. a scrape. A hint of motion.Then there was gunfire.Before I even considered it, I was on the move, getting my gun from the nightstand and rolling off the bed. More pictures. Nearer. The sound of booted footsteps filled the safehouse as the front door slammed open.Fuck.With my gun in hand, I stormed out of the bedroom.Dante was already in the living room with his own weapon drawn and only partially dressed. He appeared composed. Too quiet.His eyes then shifted to me. Breathing heavily, shirtless, barefoot.His expression changed for a moment.Something gloomy. There was more to it than the ambush.However, that

Even though the storm had passed by morning, there was still a heavy, unacknowledged substance in the air.We had not left the cabin. We are still trapped in this perilous area between our reality and our pretense.I told myself it was just in my head.When Dante thought I was not paying attention, he continued to stare at me.The way that whenever he approached too closely, the heat from his body persisted.The way he called my name made my stomach knot.It did not matter.It must have been nothing.For what other reason? I could not afford to make that error.A peaceful evening. We do not intend to cross this line.That day, Dante did not return to the city.I did not either.By the time either of us spoke again, the sun had already set.My knife caught the faint light from the fireplace as I sat on the couch and flipped it between my fingers. On the table next to him, Dante sat opposite me, his whiskey unopened.It ought to have been just another evening.It wasn't.There was a thi

A sea of lights flickered against the dark skyline as the city stretched below. I could see everything from Dante's penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, including the streets, skyscrapers, and the world that would be mine again after this mission was over.after he left.However, I was aware that I was deceiving myself as I stood there, holding onto the windowsill's edge.Since that night, everything had changed.ever since the kiss.I allowed myself to touch him back the moment I allowed him to touch me.Three days. It had lasted that long.Three days of keeping quiet and acting as if nothing had occurred.Dante had left me alone. He had not mentioned it at all. However, that was worse than if he had cornered me or pushed.due to Dante's lack of pursuit.He waited.And I was aware that I would eventually be the one to approach him.The Unavoidable ConversationI had just taken two steps in the direction of the kitchen when I heard a glass filling with liquid.Dante.As I entered the