All Chapters of Marked by the Mafia Boss [BL] : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The morning sunlight spilled unevenly across the sleek agency headquarters. Jay sat at the end of a long conference table, scrolling through the digital files projected on the big screen. He barely registered the hum of conversation around him, voices blending into white noise. Mission details, updates, protocols — none of it mattered right now.“Jay! Jay!”The voice was sharp enough to yank him from his daze. He lifted his head, blinking. “Sorry,” he muttered, glancing at the director’s assistant standing impatiently by the door.“You’re the one for this,” the assistant said firmly, tapping a document. “You’re leaving. Today.”Jay’s hand froze on the table. “Me?”“Yes. You’re the best we’ve got,” another agent added, nodding toward the others around the table. “Jay will handle it.”Jay exhaled sharply, resting both hands on the polished surface. He swallowed. “Alright. I’ll go.”The meeting wrapped up, and as Jay walked into the hall, two familiar arms draped around his shoulders — K

Jay lay in the plush bed of his room at The Reich Hotel, a five-star nightmare. He was exhausted, but sleep was a distant country. From the room next door, the sounds were unmistakable and relentless: the deep, rhythmic moans of a man, pushing through the walls with infuriating clarity."God, just give it a rest," Jay muttered into his pillow, his stomach churning with a mix of anger and disgust. He squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, I can't even go tell them to stop. It's a hotel. People pay for this.With a frustrated groan, he shoved himself out of bed. He fumbled in his travel kit, ripped off two clumps of cotton, and stuffed them into his ears. The world became a muffled hum. It wasn't perfect, but it was a shield. He fell back onto the mattress, the angry thrum of his own heartbeat his new lullaby.Just as he was drifting off, he realized something. Silence. The moaning had stopped. A wave of relief washed over him. He pulled the cotton from his ears, dropped the little white balls o

The next shot was set in the luxurious lobby of The Reich Hotel, where Jay was staying. The collaboration was with Chiara’s company, Illiam Entertainment, and the set was buzzing with staff adjusting lighting, props, and cameras.Jay sat in the makeup chair, a stylist brushing his hair while another adjusted his perfectly tailored suit. He muttered under his breath, frustrated, “Ugh… why do I have to look like a model for this?”The hotel staff and crew couldn’t help but glance at him. Some whispered, others blushed—the way his dark eyes scanned the room, calm and controlled, made everyone pause. Even the props team stared a little too long.Amanda, one of the assistants, nudged a colleague. “He… he’s really something, isn’t he?”“Yeah,” her friend whispered back. “Like… unreal.”Through the lobby, Rafe Bianchi passed, his tall frame and sharp features immediately drawing attention. The group went silent as his dark eyes scanned the room. His gaze lingered on Jay, calm but assessing,

Consciousness returned to Jay in a nauseating wave, a thick syrup of confusion and drug-induced haze. The world swam into focus—an ornate, gilded ceiling he didn’t recognize, the chilling slide of black silk beneath his bare skin. This wasn't his room. This was a cage of opulence.Before he could even process his surroundings, a sharp, foreign pressure deep inside him made his entire body seize. His eyes flew wide open, a choked gasp catching in his throat.Rafe was above him, a dark silhouette against the dim, ambient light of the suite. He was a statue of coiled power, his own body positioned between Jay's forcibly spread legs. Jay could feel the hard, insistent length of him pressing against, and then brutally into, his most vulnerable, unprepared entrance."Wait—" Jay gasped, his voice raw and hoarse with disuse and panic. He scrambled back against the headboard, his hands flying up to press against Rafe's solid, unyielding chest. It was like pushing against a marble wall. "What t

The knock at the door was like a gunshot in the suffocating silence of the suite. Jay flinched, a full-body spasm that sent a fresh lance of pain through his sore muscles. Every nerve ending felt exposed, raw. He moved to the door, his gait a stiff, careful negotiation with his own abused body.He pulled it open to reveal Marco. The man stood with a posture of forced casualness, but his eyes, always too perceptive, performed a rapid, professional assessment. They took in Jay’s pallor, the tightness around his mouth, the way he held himself as if his very skin were a wound."Jay," Marco greeted, his voice a low, calibrated neutral. He didn't wait for an invitation, brushing past him into the room. His gaze swept the space—the rumpled silk sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, a crystal glass tipped over on the minibar, the very air thick with the residue of violation. He let out a soft, slow breath. "I heard the night was... rough." The pause was deliberate, a placeholder for words li