Semua Bab I AM YOURS TO PLAY: Bab 1 - Bab 4

Chapter 2: Love Or BetrayalETHAN’S POVI slipped the burner phone back into my pocket, my fingers trembling as I hit send, the FBI handler’s message still burning in my mind: “Shipment details, now. Don’t fail.” I stood in the shadows of the alley near Pier 12, the echo of gunfire from the Salazar ambush fading into the night. I’d done it—sent the intel, details of the arms shipment, Lucian’s routes, his contacts. My chest tightened, guilt clawing at me, but I had to. Lucian turned, his silhouette sharp against the pier’s flickering lights, his voice cutting through the chaos as he barked orders to his men. His tone was steel, but his shoulders sagged, a weariness I’d never seen before. He’d lost three loyal men in the ambush, and the weight of it hung heavy on him. I watched him dispatch his crew—half to guard the west side stash, the other half to set up snipers and patrols around his key spots. He wasn’t taking chances, not after Salazar’s surprise attack. An hour later, one of

Chapter 4: Shadows On The HorizonETHAN’S POVI pushed through the glass doors of the Chicago FBI Field Office, the morning air still clinging to my jacket as I stepped into the bustling lobby. My polished shoes clicked against the tiled floor, and I adjusted my tie, trying to shake off the restless night I’d had. For the past year, I’d thrown myself into work, into proving myself as a special agent, a title I earned after Lucian Moretti’s arrest. The promotion had changed things—colleagues who once whispered slurs now nodded in respect, their assumptions about my engagement to Sarah smoothing over the rumours of my sexuality. But the weight of that lie, the weight of Sarah, pressed harder every day. My foster parents wouldn’t let up, hounding me about wedding plans, pushing me toward a woman I couldn’t stand. She wasn’t my type, not even close, even if I weren’t gay. Her sharp words, her cold touch, her consistent texts and calls—they repelled me, and the more I tried to make it w