All Chapters of Bound By The Don's Bloody Bargain : Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

Olivia – POVI’d perfected the art of smiling with my teeth and not my soul.And tonight, I was putting it to good use.The chandeliers above us glittered like a thousand knives suspended by threads, and I couldn't help but wonder how many people here had blood on their hands—fresh, old, or in progress. The answer was all of them.Including me.Luciano stood to my left, a living monument to menace wrapped in satin and silence. Every glance thrown our way—every gulp of champagne, every shift in posture—was laced with tension. His presence didn’t demand attention. It commanded it. And mine?Mine confused them.To them, I was a question they couldn’t solve.A woman too calm beside a man too dangerous.A woman too beautiful to be spared.“Champagne, ma’am?” a waiter asked, tray trembling slightly as he approached.I smiled faintly and waved him off. “None for me.”He nodded quickly and disappeared like a man who had just escaped the jaws of a panther.Luciano didn’t comment. He never did.

Luciano pov"Marco, he threatened her… even when he knew she'd tell me!" I roared, punching the wall beside me. A sharp pain bolted through my knuckles, skin splitting open, but I welcomed it. Pain was real. Pain didn’t lie.I pinched my forearm hard—again. I wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming, that this wasn’t just some twisted illusion brought on by my own fear. It stung. Good.“Calm down, boss.” Marco’s voice was firm but low, a soft leash trying to hold back a wild dog. He stepped closer, unshaken by my outburst. “This mood... this rage? That’s exactly what he wants. Don’t give him the pleasure.”I looked at him. No, stared. My breath caught in my throat. And then, I smirked—a smile that carried no warmth.“If that’s what he wants,” I said, my voice a blade, “then he’s playing with the wrong person.”Marco tilted his head slightly, like he’d just spotted a fuse lighting beneath my skin. He knew that look. That smirk meant blood. That smirk meant someone was going to lose sleep.

Olivia — POV Night fell slow and golden. Luciano lit the fireplace in the den, even though the house was warm. Said he liked the way the light moved. Said it reminded him of Rome in the winter. I didn't ask what that meant. I just curled into the massive couch beside him and let myself breathe. It wasn’t quiet. Not really. There was the crackle of flames. The distant hum of the security system. The slow, steady thud of his heartbeat beneath my cheek as I leaned against him. But it felt quiet. The kind of quiet that settles after chaos. After a storm. The kind of quiet that dares you to believe it might last. I’d showered, changed into soft cotton pajamas—his again, obviously—and eaten two more strawberries straight from the tray like a gremlin. He hadn’t stopped watching me. Like if he looked away, I might disappear. “You good?” I asked without lifting my head. “Mm-hm.” “You’re staring.” “Can you blame me?” I smiled against his chest. “I’m literally covered in strawberry

Luciano — POVI didn’t trust him.Didn’t trust the way he stood too straight, like he’d been waiting for this moment.Didn’t trust the way his eyes tracked every corner of the room like he was cataloging entry points, exits, sightlines.Didn’t trust the way Olivia’s voice cracked when she said his name—like it still meant something.Logan.The brother who vanished when the world tried to devour her.And now he was back. Saying the right things. Wearing guilt like it was stitched to his skin. Looking at me like he was wondering if I deserved her.He didn’t have to wonder.I didn’t deserve her.But she was still mine.I watched Olivia as the door closed behind him.She hadn’t moved.Not a breath. Not a blink. Just sat there on the edge of the couch like the world had hit pause—and she wasn’t sure whether to scream or shatter.“Liv,” I said quietly.She didn’t answer.So I crossed the room, knelt in front of her, and took her hands.“You don’t have to carry this alone.”That did it. Her

Olivia — POVI didn’t lower the gun all the way.Not because I didn’t believe her.Because a part of me still did.And that part? That was the most dangerous thing in this room.Luciano’s hand brushed mine—a warning without words. A reminder. Don’t let old memories write new tragedies.Fayre was still crying. Still standing there like she was waiting for someone to pull her back from the fire she’d lit. But no one moved.“Talk,” I said flatly. “Now.”She swallowed hard. “They moved the shipment. Not to the port—south, through the mountain pass. Midnight tomorrow. That’s where the files are. The codes. The proof.”Luciano’s jaw ticked. “Why tell us this?”“Because I was wrong,” she whispered.I didn’t move.Didn’t speak.Just watched.People say you know someone until you don’t. But that’s a lie. You always know. You just ignore the fracture lines until the whole damn thing shatters.She blinked at me, voice cracking. “I didn’t think they’d really hurt you.”“You were wrong,” I said ag