
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 6
Aaron
"I could put a bullet in between your brows right now if you keep being so stupid." Matteo blabbered, twirling the 9mm Sig Sauer between his fingers like that pocket pistol weighed nothing.
"I'm going to college, Mat. That's considered stupid?" I asked, my back relaxed against the door frame. "It's called acquiring knowledge, something you obviously need to know more about since all you do is shoot guns and give orders," I added and his right eye twitched, a reaction that only happens when he's pissed off.
"Watch your mouth. Just because you're my brother doesn't mean I can't hurt you. You will respect me as the one in charge, is that clear?" He asked, his voice sharp and cold as ice, but when I stayed silent, he cocked the gun and pointed it at me.
"I'll ask again, is that clear?" He gritted through clenched teeth and my lips curved into a smirk as I raised my hands in surrender.
"Loud and clear. Wouldn't want a bullet through my head because of a little argument." I muttered sarcastically and he finally dropped his hand before turning away from me.
I let out a breath of fresh air the moment I stepped out of his room. If I didn't know better, I would have assumed that Matteo abhorred me. But I knew that he was simply pissed that I left him behind to handle everything while I ran off like a coward to college.
Father couldn't command me there, couldn't control me. And because I had slipped out of his fingers, the one who had to bear the consequences of my actions was Matteo, turning him into a stealth entity.
Everyone who knew the Mafia world knew me as the only son of the most dangerous Mafia leader. But no one knew it was Matteo who was working for father in secret. All because he was illegitimate.
"You can't outrun your position in here, son. You'll rule the Mafia world once I'm gone." Father never failed to repeat those words to me every single day. I didn't want to rule the mafia world, I didn't even want to have anything to do with him.
Matteo was the one who deserved to be on the Mafia throne after how loyal he had been to Father. Me? I just wanted to run away to wherever he would never be able to find me.
I loved the feeling of being feared, being powerful.
But not to rule and follow the damn rules.
"Took you long enough." I felt a playful jab in the side of my stomach and I turned to see Santiago smiling at me like he had just won the jackpot.
I looked behind him and spotted Jace patrolling the building, causing my lips to curl up into a smirk.
"Someone's in a good mood because he saw his secret crush," I muttered and walked to the car while Santiago followed behind me with a grin wide enough to touch each of his ears.
"It's not my fault you have such a hot bodyguard, Aaron. Do you think he'll ever notice me?" He asked as soon as we got into the car and I scoffed in amusement before driving the car out of the huge mansion.
"Jace is the type to always go by the book. I can bet a thousand dollars that he's as straight as a pole." I replied and watched as his shoulders slumped in disappointment.
It was amusing to watch my best friend fawn over my bodyguard and even though I wanted to help him out, I couldn't. Our sexualities shouldn't be heard of or spoken about, especially not to Father.
"So, you tell me, are we heading to the Club Nocturne tonight?" He asked and I turned to look at him slightly.
"The gay club? You know I can't go there frequently, if I get caught, I could put people's lives in danger." I replied and he let out a sigh of frustration, his back pressed onto the car seat like he wanted it to swallow him whole.
"Well, I need to get laid. And I know for sure that you need to "lay" someone too." His fingers imitated a quotation mark when he emphasized the word lay, causing me to chuckle in amusement.
"For your information, I have great self-control. You can go to the club if you want, I won't be able to accompany you tonight." I muttered, my grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly.
"You should get a boyfriend already. Everyone literally wants you, Aaron. You won't have a hard time getting one." Santiago said softly and I let out a sigh, my eyes fixed on the road as the car sped by.
The car came to a stop as soon as we arrived at the university and I rushed out of the car, realizing that I needed to get to the restroom as fast as possible or I'd be making a fool of myself soon.
"Where are you going so fast?" Santiago asked and I turned to him with a grin.
"To get laid!" I yelled loud enough for everyone to turn around and stare at me in shock, but I didn't care. Some of the girls whispered amongst themselves and waved as I passed them by but I was too pressed to pay them any attention.
When I finally saw the male restroom sign, I let out a sigh of relief and pushed the door open but before I could rush in, a figure bumped into me, causing me to stumble slightly.
Instinctively, my hand reached out and grabbed his waist, pulling him to me just to stop him from falling. The moment I realized the proximity, I was about to move my hand when my brows furrowed slightly. His waist fitted so perfectly in my arms.
"You have such a small waist," I mumbled softly and when he raised his head to meet my eyes, it felt like I had been jolted with a weird kind of electricity.
He was unlike anything I've seen before. I tilted my head slightly, studying his features and I could tell he was older. His way of dressing showed that he wasn't a student.
"Are you okay?" I finally managed to ask but he remained silent, his brown eyes staring at me like he had seen some kind of deity. He opened his mouth to speak but ended up closing it like he was rethinking his words.
I could tell it was his first day here. And every part of me itched to tease him. I never thought that I'd have an ideal type, but here he was, standing in front of me with my arm wrapped around his waist perfectly like he was crafted for me.
"You're a professor, right?" I asked and he nodded slowly, causing me to smirk in amusement as I watched him.
"Are you an imposter? What is a professor doing in the student's restroom?" I asked and he froze, his eyes widening like he had been caught red-handed.
My eyes narrowed at him as he suddenly stepped away from my grip and his warmth disappeared from me immediately. Very disappointing.
"I'm not an imposter. You've never been lost on your first day?" He retorted and I raised a brow in amusement, my mind replaying his voice in my head like a music box.
"So you can speak?" I questioned, my voice carrying hints of sarcasm and he cleared his throat before brushing past me in annoyance. However before he could walk past, I held his arms gently, my eyes roaming all over his body.
"What's your name, professor?" I asked softly but he simply stared at me with an annoyed expression on his face before walking away.
I totally forgot the main reason I came to the bathroom. All that mattered now was finding out who this new professor was and why he had such an effect on me.
I felt a strain in my pants and I glanced down with wide eyes to see that a bulge had risen just from holding his waist and his feisty attitude.
I was definitely fucked.
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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.