I Gave Him His Freedom Novels & Stories

“Oh because you can get away with more trouble and violence now?” He grins. “Yeah.” He chuckled and turned to kiss my palm endearingly before facing me again. “That, and—” “You’re becoming freer.” He tucked a chunk of my hair behind my ear. He looked at me genuinely and said, “Free from those shackles of your horrible past. No longer a prisoner.” “I care not about how it happens or if the heavens will chastise you for it. I want you to free yourself the way you see fit. To own yourself entirely.”

He called and I answered “You owe no one your life, cause your life is in your hands and it belongs to you, I saved you that day cause I could and you have paid me back by serving me for so many years, you risked your life multiple times, you even used your body to get informations for me, and we had a thing already cause we've been intimate together, but what I'm telling you is that I'm setting you free” “Huh?” I gasped in shock and he nodded

he whispered in my ears, his voice low and certain, like he would make sure I was, "Everything will be alright, I promise." I closed my eyes, letting myself relax into him. Gratitude welled up in my chest, I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill. "Thank you," I whispered back, not trusting myself to say anything else without breaking into a crying mess. "As a start of my promise, I have good news for you," he disengaged from the hug, touching my hair gently. I almost scoffed. Good news? Like anything good would happen to me. "You're free." He beamed.

His hands curled at his sides, fingers flexing as if holding himself back from reaching for her again. She laughed, bitter and hollow. “Learned from you.” The sound echoed unpleasantly in the room, empty and fractured. It surprised even her how much it hurt to say it aloud, how much it still mattered. His eyes darkened at that. Something cold and dangerous flickered there, something wounded. He inhaled slowly, steadying himself before speaking again. “I have freed her, Ivy,” he said. “You do not have to worry about her.” Her head snapped up.

All I could think of now was, I'm Free…Elle and I can live a normal life. “ I….I…I really don't know what to say!” My voice broke. Aslan smiled at me.“ Just go home, son.” Son? Without thinking, I stood up and hugged the old man. He stiffened but loosened up after a few seconds.“ Thank you….even though Logan made the decree, I know you did most of the work." “ Thank my daughter….." he replied and I laughed. I can't believe this …it's over. It's finally over. I left the building, rushing home to my wife. We're free ....I don't have to think about anything mafia anymore.

I finished instead, softer now. Silence fell... heavy and unforgiving. Then, slowly... I took a step forward. My fingers trembled slightly as I held out the contract toward him. “I kept a copy,” I said quietly. “Just in case.” He didn’t take it. He didn’t even look at it. “…Lucen,” I called softly. Nothing. “…you can have it now,” I added, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re free.” That was what I expected him to want. His freedom, distance, control restored.

He was giving them the ultimate gift: true freedom and self-governance. Dominic stepped off the platform as the crowd continued to applaud. He walked straight through the parting sea of people, ignoring the dignitaries and the merchants. He walked directly to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I rested my hands on his solid chest, looking up into his incredibly peaceful eyes. The burden of absolute rule was gone from his shoulders. "You did it," I whispered, tears of pride shining in my eyes. "You set them free."

"It wasn't enough to keep me with you." Another step. "You weren't my home." Another. "You were the cage I spent years trying to escape." His hand shot out, grabbing the front of my shirt and hauling me forward until our foreheads nearly collided. "Cage?" he hissed. "You ungrateful woman. I broke you out of obscurity. I gave you status. Power. Wealth. A name that made entire packs bow." "You gave me chains." "I gave you freedom!" "You renamed my prison." For the first time...

"Yes, and speaking about Ariel you owe her something." "I do..?" He scratched the back of his head as if remembering some certain memories. "Yes! You owe her her freedom!" I stamped my foot on the ground. He had told me his terms the last time we spoke about it and if I remember clearly I wasn't in disagreement. "Freedom?" "Yes! I told you to let her go and—" "Done." He said flatly. "Wha-wha—done?" I blinked twice, he had literally got me taken aback.

When she finally recovered from it, she heard him mutter, “You don’t have to worry about me using my mom to guilt-trip you into staying. You’re free the moment the child is born. Your freedom is the only thing I can give you.” He sounded placid, yet… Underneath its false calmness, one could hear forlornness, barely concealed.