Safe In His Darkness のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

***ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S**After dropping Emily off at her place of work, I didn’t head back to the office. Instead, I turned toward my warehouse. There had been whispers, quiet ones. A side operation was growing bold under my nose: prostitution. Girls taken, used, and sold like inventory. I don’t tolerate that kind of filth. I may run a mafia empire, but I don’t deal in kidnapping, and I sure as hell don’t allow anyone to stain my name by pretending they act under my protection.“We’re rescuing the girls,” Raphael asked. “How far do you want us to go?”“Everyone dies,” I said casually. “What’s the point of letting them live?” I continued. “Fear keeps order. Mercy teaches nothing. If they walk away breathing, they’ll do it again. I won’t have that.”"Let's go," I said, moving towards my car. Sergio opened the door for me before taking the driver's seat. Raphael took the back, with the rest of my men filing into the vehicles waiting nearby."Let's move," I said.The engines ca

***EMILY GRAYSON*** Light stabbed through my skull. I sucked in a breath, pain blooming behind my eyes, and stared at the ceiling until the room steadied. White. Sterile. A hospital. The memory of hands. too tight, too familiar—flickered and vanished. Then I felt it. Someone was watching me. I turned my head. Alex sat beside the bed, unmoving, his eyes already on mine. “How are you feeling?” he asked. My throat felt scraped raw. “Like I got thrown through a concrete wall,” I muttered. He rose instantly. “I’ll get the doctor.” Panic spiked—sharp and irrational. I grabbed his wrist before I could stop myself. My fingers shook. “Don’t,” I whispered. “Please. Just don’t go.” Don't leave me alone. He paused, studying my grip, then slowly sat back down. “I’m sorry,” I said, the words spilling out automatically. “Emily,” he said gently, “you didn’t do anything wrong.” “I should’ve told you.” “You had your reasons not to,” Alex replied calmly. I swallowed. My chest felt too tight, l

***ALEXANDER'S***“Huh?” The word slipped out before I could stop it. “You said I’m trying to kill you.” She tilted her head, brows knitting slightly.I looked at her, at that innocent confusion, and shook my head. She had no idea what she was doing to me."Fuck. It’s nothing,” I muttered, moving to the bed and sitting beside her, dressed in nothing but my briefs. “How are you feeling?” I asked, forcing my voice to be steady.Emily shifted closer, resting her head against my chest. Her warmth seeped into me instantly. “I’m good now,” she said softly. Her thumb began to move—slow, absent-minded circles against my chest. My skin prickled, goosebumps chasing each other under her touch. I inhaled sharply. Noticing, she lifted her head and looked up at me, concerned, flickering across her face.“Are you okay?” she asked, looking at me with that same innocent concern. Fuck it. I kissed her. Soft at first—testing, waiting for her to pull back. I didn’t want to overwhelm her. I

****ALEXANDER'S***"Perfection,” I muttered as I rose to my feet. My eyes never left her as I pushed my boxers down, stepping free of them with quiet confidence. When I returned to the couch—wide enough for both of us—I lowered myself onto my knees. I moved toward her on all fours, slow and deliberate, giving her just enough time to feel the weight of what was coming. The moment my mouth touched her, Emily’s body reacted before her mind could catch up. She convulsed, a sharp breath tearing from her lungs as her head fell back. Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping hard—not to stop me, but to hold on. I took my time. Licking. Sucking. Controlling every shift in pressure, every rhythm, with precise, almost cruel patience. I knew exactly how to keep her balanced on the edge—how to make her unravel while I stayed completely in control. Her voice broke as she moaned my name again and again—like a plea, like surrender.When I finally positioned myself and pressed into her, I moved slowly

***ALEXANDER***I had always admired my office at Antonio’s. It wasn’t just the polished mahogany desk or the tall windows overlooking the city—it was what the room represented: authority, order, control. Everything in it was intentional, calculated. Even the private door hidden behind the bookshelf, leading straight to my weapons and equipment room, was part of that design. Nothing in my world was left unsecured. My phone buzzed against the desk, sharp in the quiet. A message from Raphael: Emily’s up. Heading to the gym. I read it once, then locked the screen, a slow grin pulling at my mouth at the mention of her name alone. The past three weeks had been unexpectedly perfect. Emily had slipped into my life like she had always belonged there. She woke up in my bed. I walked barefoot sometimes through my kitchen and sat on my couch with her legs thrown over my lap while I worked, completely unbothered by the weight of what surrounded her. She filled spaces that had once bee