All Chapters of I AM YOURS TO PLAY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

Chapter 42: Deadly PlotVIKTOR’S POVI leaned against the rusted railing of an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Miami, the humid night air thick with the stench of salt and decay. My phone buzzed in my pocket, a text from one of my guys confirming Ethan Caldwell’s release from court earlier today. The news hit like a slug to the gut—Ethan, that stubborn FBI prick, walked free, his charges dismissed thanks to some anonymous evidence that tore apart the case we’d built to bury him. I knew who was behind it: Lucian Moretti, self-acclaimed “Reaper,” the bastard who’d been a thorn in my side for years. My blood boiled, my fingers itching for the Glock tucked in my waistband. They knew too much—Ethan and Lucian had unraveled the truth about the train heist, about me, about Director Hayes. They hadn’t spilled it in court, but that only made me more uneasy. They were planning something, and I’d be damned if I let them bring me down.I lit a cigarette, the ember glowing as I inhaled, my min

Chapter 44: Guilt CageETHAN’S POVThe world exploded in a roar of fire and steel, the blast from my car throwing me to the pavement, my ears ringing, my vision blurred with smoke and terror. Shrapnel sliced the air, a jagged piece grazing my arm, blood seeping through my torn sleeve. My thigh, still raw from Salazar’s stab wound from weeks ago, screamed as I hit the ground, my cane skittering across the asphalt. I lay there, gasping, the diner’s neon sign flickering above, the smell of burning rubber and gasoline choking me. My life flashed—moments with Lucian, his hands on me, his voice promising to save me. What if I’d listened? What if I’d followed him into his car instead of arguing, too ashamed to be seen with him in broad daylight? What if I’d trusted him, just this once?I scrambled to my knees, my hands scraped raw, my heart pounding. “Lucian!” I whispered, my voice shaky with fear, desperate, scanning the chaos. People spilled out of Joe’s Diner—Joe, the owner, waitresses,

Chapter 46: Happy Or Not?ETHAN’S POVThe bomb’s roar still echoed in my skull, two months later, the memory of fire and twisted metal waking me in cold sweats. I stood in my studio apartment, a cramped box on Miami’s outskirts, my hands trembling as I buttoned a dress shirt, the mirror reflecting a stranger—bruised, stitched, eyes hollow with guilt. Lucian’s face haunted me, bloodied and still, his body crumpled against that dumpster after he’d tackled me from the blast. I’d left him there, shame choking me, terrified of the FBI labeling me the queer agent screwing a mafia boss. The Bureau hadn’t lifted a finger to find who planted the C4 in my car. Agent Torres was the only one who’d checked on me at the hospital and once via phone call, his call brief, his voice clipped. I’d begged Reynolds for an investigation, my voice cracking in his office, but he’d shrugged, muttering about budget cuts. When I pushed, he threw together three agents who treated it like a parking ticket, their