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CHOOSE ME

Author: Aikohi
last update publish date: 2026-07-03 23:39:24

The question had been lodged in my throat for weeks, sharp and impossible to swallow any longer.

I waited until we were really alone. Nico was across town tied up in some long meeting. Maria had gone home for the day. The penthouse felt bigger than usual, quieter in that way that makes every small sound matter... the distant hum of the city far below, the creak of floorboards, my own uneven breathing.

Matteo and I ended up in the library, the same room where we’d first tried to make sense of
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  • CONTRACTED TO THE DON...AND HIS TWIN   LEARN EVERYTHING

    The morning after Matteo’s confession, I woke up before either of them. The penthouse was still wrapped in that soft, expensive quiet that usually felt comforting. Today it felt like a cage with the door cracked open just enough to let the truth breathe. I slipped out of bed carefully, Matteo’s arm sliding off my waist without waking him, Nico’s steady breathing unchanged behind me. The bond hummed low and warm between us, but I kept my side of it quiet. Not walled off completely... just muted. I needed space inside my own head for once. I pulled on leggings and an oversized sweater, the soft kind that smelled like the detergent Maria used, and padded barefoot into the kitchen. Coffee first. The machine hummed to life, filling the air with that rich, bitter scent that always grounded me. I stood at the counter watching the dark liquid drip, my mind already turning over yesterday’s words like sharp stones I couldn’t stop touching. He picked you because of the bond potential. Becaus

  • CONTRACTED TO THE DON...AND HIS TWIN   CHOOSE ME

    The question had been lodged in my throat for weeks, sharp and impossible to swallow any longer. I waited until we were really alone. Nico was across town tied up in some long meeting. Maria had gone home for the day. The penthouse felt bigger than usual, quieter in that way that makes every small sound matter... the distant hum of the city far below, the creak of floorboards, my own uneven breathing. Matteo and I ended up in the library, the same room where we’d first tried to make sense of the bond like it was something we could pin down and understand. He was sprawled in the big leather chair by the window, legs stretched out, a book open on his lap that he clearly wasn’t reading. I sat across from him with my knees pulled up to my chest, watching the way the afternoon light cut across the scar on his jaw. The bond between us felt steady and warm, open in that new, unguarded way it had been since the lodge. No walls. No careful distance. Just us. I didn’t ease into it. I couldn

  • CONTRACTED TO THE DON...AND HIS TWIN   PERFECT DIL

    Dante came again on a Thursday afternoon. No warning, no call. Just the elevator chiming like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to drop by the penthouse unannounced. I was curled up in the living room with a book I wasn’t really reading when Maria announced him. My stomach twisted the second I heard his name, but I kept my face smooth. Pleasant. The perfect daughter-in-law. He stepped into the room with that same warm, magnetic smile, arms already open. Silver hair catching the afternoon light, broad shoulders filling the space like he belonged there. Which, in every way that mattered, he did. “Aurora,” he said, pulling me into a hug that felt almost fatherly on the surface. “You look lovely as always. The dress suits you.” I hugged him back, letting the familiar cologne and the solid weight of him wash over me. “Dante. Good to see you. Nico’s in a meeting but he should be back soon.” “No rush. I came to see you.” The words sounded light. But I caught the underc

  • CONTRACTED TO THE DON...AND HIS TWIN   CLEAN CLOSURE

    The file dropped in at 2:47 a.m.I was already up, perched on the bathroom floor with the laptop balanced across my knees like some kind of guilty secret. The tile sucked the warmth right out of my bare legs, that sharp, grounding chill that kept me from floating away. The penthouse was dead quiet except for the faint, endless drone of the air system. Down the hall, Nico and Matteo slept in the big bed, their presence humming steady through the bond...Nico’s calm, almost icy thread and Matteo’s warmer, heavier pull. They were learning not to ask when I slipped out like this. Or maybe they just pretended they didn’t notice.My burner phone buzzed once. Dead-drop alert. One encrypted file. No note, just the password I already had memorized. I opened it with fingers that felt too clumsy for the keys.Voss & Black Holdings.The name sat there at the top of the first page, bold and unapologetic, like it had been waiting for me all along. The parent company. The spider at the center of the

  • CONTRACTED TO THE DON...AND HIS TWIN   SAFE FOR THE MOMENT

    The door to the penthouse had barely clicked shut behind us when the air changed. The event had left a charge on all three of us that the car ride home couldn’t burn off. Not the usual post-gala exhaustion or the sharp edge of adrenaline. This was thicker, deeper. The kind of heat that had been building since the lodge, since the quiet files Matteo kept leaving on my nightstand, since Nico started watching me like I was a map he was still trying to read but no longer fully controlled. Tonight, after watching me work that room like I belonged there, the heat between us had a different quality. Less about possession, less about who owned who. More about something that didn’t have a clean name yet. Something that felt dangerously close to real. I kicked off my heels in the entryway. The burgundy dress clung to my skin, still warm from the night, the slit up my thigh flashing as I moved. Nico’s hand found my lower back immediately, warm through the thin fabric. Matteo closed the door a

  • CONTRACTED TO THE DON...AND HIS TWIN   SOCIAL OBLIGATION

    The biggest social obligation so far was at the old Metropolitan Club, the kind of place where the chandeliers had been hanging since before most of the guests were born. Heavy velvet drapes, marble floors that clicked under heels, air thick with expensive perfume and older secrets. This wasn’t a simple gala. This was where the real strings got pulled. Where families like the Blacks reminded everyone else who still ran the table. I wasn’t the same woman who had walked into that first event months ago. Back then I’d been mapping exits and memorizing faces while trying not to drown in the dress and the role. Tonight I walked in like I belonged in the dress. Like the role had grown into my skin. The deep burgundy gown hugged every curve, slit up one thigh just enough to draw eyes without screaming for attention. My hair was up, diamonds at my ears and throat that weren’t mine but felt like armor now. Nico’s hand rested at the small of my back as we entered, warm and steady, but I d

  • CONTRACTED TO THE DON...AND HIS TWIN   NEW TOOL

    I waited until the meeting was already underway. The conference room had that one-way glass wall on the east side. From the hallway you could see straight in, but they couldn’t see out. Perfect. I stood just far enough back that I blended with the shadows, arms crossed, heart beating steady but fa

  • CONTRACTED TO THE DON...AND HIS TWIN   THE SECOND PIECE

    I waited until the penthouse went dark. Nico had been especially possessive all evening... pulling me into his lap during a movie, hand between my thighs under the blanket while Matteo pretended not to notice. The weekend at the lodge had changed the temperature between all three of us, and Nico

  • CONTRACTED TO THE DON...AND HIS TWIN   THE WEIGHT WE BROUGHT HOME

    The city felt louder when we got back. The elevator doors opened into the penthouse and the weekend at the lodge suddenly seemed like something that had happened to other people. The stone fireplace, the cold lake water, Matteo’s quiet words by the shore, the way the three of us had come apart an

  • CONTRACTED TO THE DON...AND HIS TWIN   THE WARNING

    Carlo Rossi showed up at the penthouse like he owned the elevator code. I was in the kitchen helping Maria chop vegetables for dinner, or at least pretending to. My knife moved in steady, mechanical slices while my head kept spinning around Elias Vale’s name and that cold transaction record. Two w

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