Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To The Boss: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 15

The tires crunched against the gravel before coming to a halt. Mist coiled around the lakeside house like a veil. An oppressive silence settled in. Luca didn’t glance back. He quickly entered a code to unlock the front door, remaining quiet. We walked into a house illuminated only by the flickering fire and oil lamps. “Someone's been here,” I murmured, my gaze sweeping across pristine sheets and untouched dishes on gleaming tables. He sighed deeply. “I had it stocked last week. Just in case.” I allowed that to linger between us. Blood on his collar, a gun in my coat, and no explanation other than survival. I positioned myself by the large window, observing the lake pulse softly beneath the moonlight. Then he vanished down a corridor. I heard the sound of cabinets being opened, a drawer being shut with force, the rustling of supplies. When he came back, he pulled me towards the sofa and gently knelt before me. He had a bottle of antiseptic, fresh bandages, and an oppressiv

Luca's POVMy phone chimed the instant I entered the hallway. It was a private line. Only a handful of people knew the number, and even fewer were bold enough to use it at this hour.I picked it up without giving it a second glance. “What’s up?”“There’s a traitor.”Those three words halted everything. My breath, my thoughts, everything came to a standstill.Matteo’s voice was calm and measured.“I confirmed it twenty minutes ago. One of our encrypted lines was accessed internally. Not merely accessed, there have been coordinated leaks. Dates, routes, areas without surveillance.”I tightened my grip on the phone.“Who is it?”A brief silence. And then....“Dom.”The ground beneath me felt like it was breaking apart.“No. Are you certain?”“Absolutely. I triple checked. The port ambush, the staged customs operation, they all point back to his clearance code.”I squeezed my eyes shut. Dom. He was someone I had taken under my wing when all he had were wounds and loyalty. I taught him to

Luca's POV Even before I reached the final step, I could smell the stale air in the basement. Dust, old wood, and the slight haze of guards' cigarettes beyond the door. Even though I had been down here before, this time felt different. I wasn't here to listen to excuses tonight. I was going to determine Dom's value and whether I could afford to keep him alive.Two armed soldiers stood at the reinforced entrance, watching me but sensibly remaining silent. I didn't slow down. I heard the sound like a warning bell as one of the metal hinges moaned as it drew the door wide. The lone hanging lightbulb inside wobbled just enough to cast shadows on Dom's face. He was unshaven, pallid, and had severe bruises under his eyes, which made him look worse than when I last saw him. He had his hands bound to the table, and his jaw twitched as if he had been grinding his teeth for days. But when I walked in, his eyes remained fixed on me. Even now, he dared to look me in the eye. "Luca," he