Novel & Cerita Don T Cross The Line

“Then stop acting like it does.” “I’m not acting.” “Then what are you doing?” Another step closer. This time… Noticeable. “Being honest.” My heart picked up slightly. Annoying. Unwelcome. Uncontrollable. “You’re crossing a line,” I said. “Which one?” “All of them.” “You’re the one who drew them.” “Yes.” “And you’re the one who keeps stepping over them.” Silence. Because that… hit. Harder than I expected. “I’m not the only one,” he added.

"Don't." "I'm not romanticizing it. I'm being practical. You're going to be Don. A Don needs a family that is real and whatever you're doing in that house with that woman-" He paused. "It doesn't look like a contract anymore, boss. It hasn't for a long time." The trumpet in the corner climbed to something high then fell back to silence. "I crossed a line with her," I said. The words came out flat. I don't know why I said them. Maybe because the whiskey had taken a toll on me. Maybe because Santi had been with me eleven years and lying to him required more energy than I had left tonight.

The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument. After sending the message, I turned to Chris and said, "Make sure you show up on the full moon. Lucian won't forgive you if you don't, and I doubt you want things to get ugly. I have somewhere to be. I'm leaving." "Wait! Where are you going?" Chris grabbed my wrist, his eyes bloodshot with desperation. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" "Let go of me! Where I go is none of your concern." I was beyond exhausted by his behavior.

I'd crossed a line tonight that I could never uncross. And I wasn't sure I wanted to.

“Just don’t make me regret being understanding.” She nodded against me. “I won’t.” But even as I said I was okay with it… a knot of fear settled deep in my chest. Because some lines don’t just blur. They burn. And once crossed, they don’t uncross quietly.

Something that hit me harder than it should have. “Get your head on straight,” I muttered. “You’re crossing the damn line.” The line. The line I’d already crossed last week in my office when she accidentally sent me that photo. The line I crossed again today when I almost touched her breast longer than medically necessary. The line I kept pretending I hadn’t obliterated the moment I let myself want her. I sat down heavily, elbows on the desk, fingers digging into my scalp. I needed a distraction. Something sharp, grounding. Work. Paperwork. Anything that wasn’t her.

Because now— It wasn’t about crossing a line. It was about recognizing how easily a new one could form… Without either of them meaning for it to happen.

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

“Then why are you calling?” “Because you are about to cross a line.” Marilyn frowned. “What line?” “The one you cannot come back from.” She tightened her grip on the phone. “I already crossed it.” “No,” he said quietly. “You are standing at the edge and once you take the next step,” he said, “there will be no turning back.”

Chapter 6 ***Aurora*** Oh god! Of all person's, my one-night stand is the CEO? I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. The silence that rang through the hall was deafening. Suddenly, my boss stood up. “Get out of my office, Aurora,” he ordered. I blinked. “What?” “You heard me, woman!” He seethed. “Get out this instant!” I shook my head. “Sir, I can't afford this–”