Don T Cross The Line Novels & Stories

And I knew, deep down, I’d just crossed a line I couldn’t uncross. ***

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

“She gave me her number. Said maybe we could go out sometime. I thought I might be able to tap—” “Finish that sentence,” I cut in coldly, my grip tightening just enough to steal his breath, “and you won’t be standing by the time the next syllable leaves your mouth.” “You listen carefully,” I said, my voice low and lethal. “You do not call her. You do not text her. You do not look her up, talk about her, or even think about her.” I leaned in, close enough that he could hear every word over his ragged breathing. “Because the next time I hear your name anywhere near Allison Trainer’s, you won’t get a fucking warning.”

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What would Kane do when he realized how dangerous this obsession had become?

Close enough to matter. Caelan’s gaze lifted from the book. Fixed on the door. And without thinking— He stood. Took a step toward it. Stopped. Because this— This was the line. The same one as before. The one you don’t cross. The one that separates what you know from what you’re not supposed to. His hand lifted slightly. Hovered. Then— Dropped. “No,” he muttered. Not his business. Not his problem. Not something he needed to get involved in.

He stirred briefly, whispering, “Are the bad people gone yet?” “Soon,” she whispered. “I promise”. She found Damon outside on the terrace, his jaw tight, hands braced on the railing. “Did he admit it?” she asked. “He didn’t need to”. Damon’s voice was hard. “His silence was confession enough”. Before she could respond, Damon’s phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered. A modulated voice said only one thing: “Cross the line, and you lose everything. Including her”. The call was cut.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

“You think I’d have to remind myself not to kiss you?” Her cheeks heated. “Rule two,” she barreled on, “no using me as leverage in negotiations. I am not a bargaining chip for CrossTech.” Damon inclined his head. “Fair.” “Rule three: no…” she hesitated, grasping for ground, “...no crossing personal boundaries. If I say something’s off-limits, it stays off-limits.” His eyes darkened, but he nodded. “I can live with that. But I have one rule.”

Then grab the tape from his bag and make a line so that I don't cross it. He even made some rules to stay in that place. Those rules are... Can't cross the line. Don't talk to him. Don't make him angry over anything. Don't try to cling to him. There are a few more but I am already pissed by reading that .one of the rules is -to do anything but don't fall in love with him. I am getting angry at what he thinks of himself. I just pushed the paper to him and said I am not going to sign this.

That to stop it— To really stop it— I might have to cross that line after all. And next time— I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back.