Semua Bab Nailed: Men In Heat: Bab 1 - Bab 10

PREMISE: After surviving an assassination attempt from within his own ranks, Saxon is forced to go into lockdown at his remote family estate—until it’s safe to resume business. He demands the best protection money can buy. He wasn’t expecting Cain Castellano. The one who left him broken. The one he never forgave. The only man who ever made him beg. Now they’re trapped in a mansion laced with surveillance, power plays, and lust they can’t ignore. Cain swore he’d keep Saxon alive. But can he do it without losing control? Chapter One: Assignment: Saxon The Rivera Estate was quieter than it should’ve been for a place crawling with killers. Cain Castellano didn’t bother to knock. He pushed the heavy wrought-iron door open and stepped into the marble-floored foyer, boots thudding slow and hard against the polished stone. He’d seen this mansion before—on grainy surveillance footage, news reports, under the names of shell companies and aliases. But never like this. Never inside.

Chapter Three: I Dare You06:43 A.M.The surveillance footage didn’t lie.Cain watched the loop again, arms folded tightly across his chest. Saxon—barefoot, shirt half-unbuttoned—was in the east courtyard last night with Luca, the new guard. Laughing. Smirking. Standing too close. Touching his shoulder.Cain didn’t see a threat.He saw a game.And he was about to end it.—08:10 A.M.The estate’s training room was a brutal stretch of reinforced floors, wall-to-wall mirrors, and weapon racks lining every edge. It was Cain’s favorite room. His sanctuary. The only place he could release what Saxon kept caging inside him.Until today.Because today, Saxon walked in.Tight black compression shirt. Black joggers. Freshly showered. Still damp. And smiling like the devil had handed him a dare.Cain didn’t look at him. Not at first.He just kept punching the heavy bag—thud, thud, thud—his knuckles wrapped, his jaw set.“Your technique’s gotten sloppy,” Saxon said behind him. “Or maybe you’re

Chapter Five: What We Never SaidCain didn’t answer.He squeezed the tube of ointment instead, focusing on the wound, not the man.“You disappeared the night before my engagement,” Saxon continued. “Didn’t call. Didn’t warn me. I waited for you. And you didn’t show.”“I had to go,” Cain said.“No, you chose to go.”Cain leaned back on his heels, jaw locked. “I was ordered to leave. By your father.”Saxon’s eyes darkened. “He hated you.”“He was right to.”Saxon sat up—wincing slightly, but defiant.“No,” he said. “He hated that I loved you.”Cain’s hand froze mid-air.Those words… landed like gunfire. Deep. Clean. Devastating.“You were the only real thing in my life,” Saxon said, voice quieter now. “And you let him scare you off.”Cain’s mouth opened.Then closed.He stood, walked to the window, shoved a hand through his hair.“I didn’t want you dead,” he said finally.Saxon blinked. “What?”Cain turned, voice hoarse. “He told me if I didn’t leave, he’d make you disappear. He alread

Chapter Seven: When the Blood Hits the Sheets — 02:03 A.M. Cain’s Emergency Safehouse It was barely a home—stone walls, reinforced doors, hidden in the hills outside the city. But it was secure. Cain kicked the door shut behind them and yanked Saxon into the living room. “Strip,” he growled. Saxon blinked. “Cain—” “I need to see,” Cain snapped, voice cracking. “Everything.” Saxon obeyed. Slowly. Carefully. Shirt off. Pants next. He stood there—naked, bloody, trembling—but eyes locked on Cain. “I’m okay,” he said. Cain stepped forward, ran his hands over Saxon’s chest, stomach, thighs—searching for damage, for bruises, for anything he missed. When he didn’t find any, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Saxon’s waist. He didn’t speak. He just buried his face against his skin. Saxon whispered, “Hey. I’m okay. I’m here.” Cain didn’t answer. He just held him. Until his fingers dug into Saxon’s hips and his mouth opened against his stomach in a desperate,

Chapter NineYou’re the Bullet, I’m the Gun04:48 P.M.Cain’s private war room — Underground bunker, Safehouse DeltaThe smell of iron hung thick in the air.A long metal table stood at the center. Maps, weapons, surveillance photos. A bottle of whiskey half-drained. Bloodstained gloves. Two guns, one still warm.Cain paced slowly, shirtless, his body a canvas of new bruises and old rage.Saxon sat in the far corner, wrapped in a black robe, barefoot, silent. Watching him.Watching the man he’d loved become something unrecognizable.And yet—more familiar than ever.“You want to tell me what we’re doing here?” Saxon asked, voice low.Cain didn’t stop moving. “Building a grave.”“For who?”Cain looked up, steel in his eyes. “Everyone.”Saxon stood. “Start with me, then.”Cain’s fist slammed into the table. “Don’t fucking say that.”Saxon walked up to him, toe to toe.“Why not? It’s what you’re acting like. Like I’m already dead. Like there’s nothing left to save.”Cain’s chest heaved.S