Dante Castelli.
I was satisfied.
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Last night had surpassed any fantasy I’d ever had.
I glanced at my little bunny, watching his hesitant steps, his sore body revealing everything that had happened.
A smug smile tugged at my lips as I saw the marks scattered across his neck–proof of who he belonged to. That pleased me more than I could say. Now, no one would dare touch him.
I’d spent months craving this moment, but reality always outshines imagination. His scent still clung to my skin–his softness, his taste… He wasn’t just an obsession anymore. He was mine.
And the moment I leave this place, he’s coming with me.
He’ll live by my side forever–whether he wants to or not.
The strong aroma of coffee and hot food filled the cafeteria as we approached. As soon as I entered, silence fell over the room.
Fear on the faces of the other inmates was always a delight to see, but something felt off.
They weren’t looking at me this time.
They were staring at him.
Elijah shrank under their invasive stares, visibly uncomfortable.
Bad idea.
Irritation simmered beneath my skin. My eyes scanned the room, and the moment I locked eyes with every bastard who dared to look at him, they quickly looked away.
Good.
That’s more like it.
“Come,
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward my table.
He hesitated for a second, but he knew he had no choice.
He would never have a choice
“Sit.” I ordered.
The shaky breath he let out didn’t go unnoticed. His trembling hands clutched at his uniform
A true frightened bunny.
I sat beside him, and Tony, ever attentive, placed my tray in front of me.
The meal was simple but flawless: creamy scrambled eggs, perfectly toasted bread, a generous portion of crispy bacon, and a steaming mug of strong coffee.
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A breakfast worthy of the most powerful man in this prison.
1 glanced at Elijah and slid the plate toward him.
“Eat.‘
He swallowed hard, hesitant.
“I–I’m not hungry…”
1 rolled my eyes.
Ah, so now he wants to throw a tantrum?
Without bothering to insist, I shifted my focus to the room–and noticed Viper across the cafeteria.
The bastard was staring at me, his eyes glinting with jealousy and resentment.
A starving dog begging for attention.
Patético.
I sighed, bored, and simply ignored him, focusing on my breakfast.
I began to eat slowly, savoring every bite. Then, on impulse, I slid my hand to Elijah’s thigh.
His mistake? Pulling away.
Blood surged through my veins. After everything, he still wants to play hard to get?
My fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, yanking him close. My mouth brushed his ear, and my voice came out low, cold, razor–sharp.
“You want to act like a brat? Then deal with the consequences.”
I tightened my grip slightly, feeling the tremor ripple through him.
“If you won’t eat what I gave you, then you won’t eat anything. And if I find out you’ve put even a crumb in your mouth, I won’t fuck you–I’ll beat you until you learn.”
1 leaned in further, whispering every word slowly.
And when the sun sets… you better be back in my cell before I do something worse.”
1 released his neck and looked at him. The pale color of his face and the terror in his eyes made me smile.
“Now get lost.”
He stood, trembling, not daring to hesitate, and made his way toward Fox.
My patience had run out.
The audacity of this boy infuriated me
He really thinks he can run?
That he can reject me?
As if he had a choice?
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As if what he wants matters?
A low, dark laugh escaped my lips.
He can run wherever he wants, cling to whoever he wants.
In the end, he’ll always come back to me.
My eyes followed every shaky step, every fear–laced movement.
It was delicious watching him tremble, knowing his mind was desperately trying to deny the inevitable.
But he would learn.
Oh, he would.
I’d make sure every fiber of his being understood the truth.
There is no escape.
No resistance that lasts.
The more he fights, the more pleasure I’ll take in breaking him.
I’ll shatter every barrier, tear away his sanity, suffocate every illusion of freedom.
I’ll carve my name into him.
Elijah might have forgotten that day–but I remember every detail.
That’s when the obsession was born.
It grew, strengthened, consumed everything until nothing remained but this insatiable hunger.
And now that I finally have him… he’ll never be free again.
My eyes stayed fixed as he reached Fox. The bastard stood and pulled Elijah into the kitchen.
I wasn’t worried about him. I knew he preferred giving to receiving, and he already had an owner.
But what if it had been another prisoner?
I would’ve killed him without hesitation for daring to touch what’s mine.
I watched as my little bunny disappeared through the door, vanishing from my sight.
I let out a breath, my shoulders relaxing slightly.
I’ll tame him.
And when I do, he’ll be just as obsessed with me as I am with him.
I turned my gaze from my bunny to Tony.
“Any updates on the cartel?” I asked, pulling a cigarette from my uniform and lighting it calmly.
Tony leaned in slightly, keeping his tone low.
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“Money’s still coming in, but we hit a snag on one of the routes. The Russian mafia tried to take over one of our distribution points. We took it back–but we lost a few men in the process.”
I exhaled the smoke slowly, processing the information.
Russian mafia?
Those sons of bitches think they can challenge me just because I’m behind bars?
“Is it handled, or do I need to send a message?” My voice came out cold, indifferent.
Tony nodded.
‘I handled it.” But they’re getting bold. They might try again.”
I ran my tongue over my teeth, considering. Maybe it was time to remind them who runs this shit. But before I could respond, an odd silence spread through the cafeteria.
Something new was happening.
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