
Would You Die For Me?
When Japheth, a secret police agent is assigned to spy on the son of the biggest mafia don in Miami, he has no choice but to disguise himself as a professor and infiltrate his school to get more information.
What started as an investigation turned into deeper conversations, sneaky kisses, and brain-shutting fucking. Japheth never thought he was into boys, until he met the one who made him question everything he had believed in. Until he met Aaron.
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Chapter 2
Japheth
I had just messed up. How was I supposed to apprehend not just any criminal, but the son of a well-known underground mafia tycoon? I should have listened to my damn guts, they were always right.
I stared at the documents in front of me, the information of the so-called criminal I was assigned to infiltrate staring at me like it was mocking me. I had tried to back out when I found out the danger I had gotten myself into but the captain wasn't listening to me anymore.
Everyone knew Don Martinez and how ruthless he was. I was a million percent sure that his son would be just as ruthless.
I finally understood why he assigned the job to me. Because no one was as naive as I was. Who in their right senses would agree to accept this kind of risky mission? If I got caught, that would be the end of my life.
From constable to captain? I would be digging my own grave instead.
But I had already agreed to do this. And there was no way I could take back my words unless I wanted to lose my job. And losing my job would only make me worse of a human than I already was.
I glanced out the window to see that the moon was already sitting high in the sky, shining down like it had no concern for whatever was going on with me. Letting out a sigh of despair, I shoved the documents inside my bag and headed out of the station.
My old pick-up car was waiting by the side and a groan escaped my lips when I realized that I'd be spending the next twenty minutes trying to get the car to come to life. I threw my bag into the passenger seat and got in, turning the key to start the engine.
To my utmost surprise, the car roared to life at once and I let out a scoff of disbelief as I stared at the steering wheel in amusement. I guess the car understood that I was in a bad mood tonight.
The car shook as I drove home, my mind spinning with different thoughts. Should I quit this job? I could definitely find a better job somewhere else instead of risking my life for a captain who never cared about my existence till now.
The car came to an abrupt stop and I looked up to see that I had just arrived at the hellhole I called my home. Stepping out of the car, I pushed the car with all the strength I could muster until it was parked in the garage as it should be.
By the time I was done, I was covered in mud and dirt, and all I wanted to do at this point was take a nice warm bath and then go to sleep. But of course, there was nothing called peace in this hellhole of mine.
"Did you work at the dumpster? Why do you look so unkept and disgusting?" I heard my stepmom say the moment I stepped into the sitting room, her voice dripping with disgust, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I walked toward my room.
I had better things to think of and talking back would only make my life miserable.
"Mom is talking to you, you prick." Jackson slurred from the kitchen, but before I could respond, I felt something solid hit my back, and I froze.
I reached behind me and my jaw clenched when I realized that Jackson had thrown a cold, raw egg against my back.
My fucking stepbrother who thought he could always get away with everything.
I wanted to punch him hard in the face for his stupid stunts but I knew better. He was the beloved of the family. A rich lawyer in his early twenties whom the entire world adored. He was the only "hope" of the family.
Me? I was just a constable who hadn't been promoted for the past three years. A grown man in his mid-thirties who still lived in his father's house. I had no say in this house and my presence was nothing more than an eyesore.
My father abhorred me the same way he hated my mother. He hated her for everything she did. He never failed to make her feel horrible about her chubby size and he made her life so miserable that she took her own life-
"So sorry stepbro, it slipped from my hands." Jackson laughed, his words mocking me and I sucked in a sharp breath before I continued walking into my room, each step feeling heavier than the last.
"Don't be such a bully, Jackie, he's gonna cry soon." I heard my stepmom say as their laughter rang across the room but I didn't stop or try to turn around.
I was old enough to know that arguing with them would only put me in the worst situation and I would rather swallow their insults with a cup of tea than get humiliated. I slammed my room's door shut and walked into the bathroom, peeling my clothes off in an instant and letting the warm water wash away the dirt from my body.
I wish that it could wash away the disgrace and humiliation as well.
After taking a satisfying bath, I returned to my room and sat in silence, listening to their loud laughter from the sitting room. Hours passed and I just sat there, rethinking my entire life decisions.
When silence finally reigned and I realized that they had all gone to sleep, I slipped out of my room and headed for my car because I had left my bag in it. Grabbing the documents, I headed back inside only to find Jackson standing by the door to my room with a smirk on his lips.
"Look who we have here. You haven't been giving me attention, stepbrother and it's hurting me." His words were obviously mocking me but I simply pushed past him and walked into my room.
Before I could shut the door, he placed his hand on the door to stop me and a loud groan escaped my lips.
"Jackson, leave me the fuck alone and go away," I ordered but he simply looked at me with a mocking grin before shaking his head in disappointment.
"How does it feel to be the least important member of the family? I told you that you'd never win. I have them all wrapped around my little finger, and you know why? I have the money. You're just... a constable. Hilarious, isn't it?" He muttered with a sick grin on his lips, and I sucked in a sharp breath, warning myself not to let his words get to me.
"You do realize that the Earth will always continue to spin, right?" I asked and his face contorted into a frown as he stared at me in confusion.
"So?"
"So, fuck you, Jackson," I replied with a small smile on my lips and before he could respond, I slammed the door shut in his face.
There were no other options now. I had to take on this mission. If I suddenly became the captain of the station, my family would finally give me the respect that I needed. I stared at the documents with a smile on my lips and a heart full of hope.
My eyes scanned the documents and I slowly digested the necessary information concerning the suspect I was sent to capture. The mission looked pretty simple. I had to find the tycoon's son, infiltrate his life, and bring him down.
But was it that simple? I couldn't help but ponder that question as I lay in my bed.
However, my excitement got the best of me and I ended up sleeping with my hopes high. But the moment I got to work the next day, I could see all my dreams vanishing into thin air right in front of me.
"Jared," The captain had started and that was when I knew that something was wrong. "Submit the documents I gave to you. We found a better candidate to complete the mission."
It felt like my whole life had crumbled and I couldn't do anything about it.
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7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.

8.0
For four years, Ember traced the bullet scar on Chace's chest, believing it proved his unwavering protection. Their anniversary gala was supposed to be the night he finally proposed, a symbol of their future. Instead, she stood frozen, watching him slide his mother's sapphire onto Karyn Warren's finger—the daughter of a rival family.
His voice, amplified by the silent ballroom, declared, "Karyn is for power. Ember is for pleasure. Don't confuse the assets." Her heart incinerated. Publicly humiliated, she was ordered to remain his mistress, threatened with her dead mother's grave. Chace, confident her father's debts trapped her, forced her from their shared penthouse.
He then used a fake "Help. Sick." text to lure Ember to a club, only to humiliate her further, calling her "loyal like a dog." Karyn ordered a soldier to "touch" Ember while Chace watched, indifferent. With no other choice, Ember drank a punishment cup containing wine she was severely allergic to.
She collapsed, suffocating on the club floor, as Chace and Karyn watched, annoyed. Waking in a sterile hospital room, her throat raw, she faced Chace's cold relief and Karyn's dismissive cruelty. The betrayal was absolute, the injustice sickening.
But moments before, in her despair, Ember had invoked a Blood Oath. She texted Keith Mosley, the ruthless Don, accepting his price for her father's debt: marriage. She would become his, and she was ready to pay.

8.0
Thalia Corsini's wedding night ends with seven bullets and her husband's blood soaking through her white dress. Rafael Torrisi dies in her arms before they can speak their first words as man and wife, and when she screams for help, nobody comes fast enough.
Three days later, she's at another altar. Same family. Different brother. Dante Torrisi looks at her like she pulled the trigger herself. He's colder than Rafael ever was, more brutal, and infinitely more dangerous. Their marriage is a prison sentence designed to save a crumbling alliance between two crime families on the brink of war.
But someone is still trying to kill Thalia. The attempts keep coming, a sniper's bullet, a car bomb, poison meant for her wine glass. Dante is forced to protect the woman he blames for his twin's death, and as they dig deeper into the murder, they realize Rafael might not have been the target at all.
In a world where love is weakness and trust gets you killed, Thalia and Dante have to beat the odds.

7.6
" Make love to me, Ryan. F*ck me till my legs give way. "
When Amelia said this, she knew she was willing to risk everything... her father's trust and happiness.
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" Damnit, Amelia! He's my friend! " Her father snarled.
" And he's my lover! " She yelled right back.
Bryan shook his head, " No, child. Ryan is too dangerous for you. "
" And old, " he added in a whisper.
" I'm not a child anymore, daddy. I'm 21 " Amelia answered.
" Who knows nothing! End it with him or I'll disown you! " He was shouting now.
She stomped her feet on the ground like the child her father had called her, " I'm going to be with him, Dad! Get used to it. "
" He's being called a monster for a reason. Don't you know why? "
" Stupid reason. He doesn't deserve it. " she retorted and added, " And isn't he supposed to be your friend? "
Bryan shook his head, " You come first, Mel. I'm going to protect you from him. "
" At all cost. "

9.4
My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.

9.1
I stood at the altar in a fifty-thousand-dollar custom lace gown, waiting to marry the boy I had loved since I was five.
But Silas didn't say "I do."
He answered a phone call, turned pale, and bolted toward the exit as if the gates of hell had opened, leaving me to face five hundred of New York's most dangerous criminals alone.
He left me for a waitress named Lola.
The humiliation was suffocating. The elite of the Five Families looked at me with pity, a Genovese princess rejected for trash.
When Silas finally returned, he didn't apologize.
He showed up with hickeys on his neck, clinging to Lola, and had the audacity to suggest I become his mistress.
He even demanded I hand over my dowry—millions in weapons and cash—so he could fund their lifestyle and "redecorate" with her.
He thought I was still the innocent girl who would beg for his scraps.
He didn't realize that in the moment he ran, a shadow had stepped forward to fill the void.
Dante Moretti. The Don. Silas's uncle.
The most feared man in the city looked at me with dark, predatory eyes and offered me a choice: be a victim, or be a Queen.
"Since you are to marry a Moretti," Dante said, extending his scarred hand, "why not marry the head of the table?"
I looked at the door where Silas had disappeared, then at the Reaper standing before me.
"I do," I whispered.
Silas thought he had ruined my life, but he only cleared the way for me to marry the monster who would burn the world down for me.