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Married to the untouchable mafia lord

Married to the untouchable mafia lord

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-05-14
By:  La MOngoing
Language: English
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Action

Dark Romance

Mafia

Hate to Love

I was hired to eliminate the untouchable. Matt Davis, the ruthless leader of Lawson City. I took my shot, but instead of hitting him, he caught the bullet with his hand. At that moment, my existence as a ghost ended. What followed was a swift and terrifying punishment: hours of forced intimacy that broke both my training and my will. I pleaded for death, but Matt wouldn’t grant it. He claimed my submission was the sweetest thing he’d ever known and swore I would never leave his side, chaining me to his dark world forever. Now, I live in luxury, spoiled by the man who broke my virginity, fighting off the pain of my violation and the shock of his protection. The organization that hired me knows I failed and is coming for me, convinced I have the key to defeating their obstacle. They want me dead, and Matt, my captor, is my only shield. In the middle of this war, I realized the monster who shattered me is the only one who truly sees me. I confessed my love, and now, bound by chains and vows, we fight side-by-side.

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21 Chapters
Chapter 1 GHOST'S PERFECT NIGHT
Chris POV The hoodie of my black sweatshirt sat low on my head, brushing my cheekbone when I shifted. Across my chest, the word Ghost was printed in clean white letters. Sharp and simple. Exactly how I liked my work. I lay flat on the rooftop, the concrete cold beneath my chest. My rifle rested steady against my shoulder, familiar as a handshake I’d made a hundred times before. Below me, the hospital parking lot glowed under harsh security lights. Ambulances idled. Nurses in tired uniforms hurried to their cars, heads down, thinking about home. On the third floor, through a wide window, I saw them. Three doctors. They stood close together in a small break room. One poured coffee into a paper cup. Another leaned against the counter, scrolling through his phone. The third talked with his hands, laughing at something I’d never heard. They looked safe. Protected. Like the world outside that window didn’t apply to them. I slowed my breathing. Inhale. Exhale. My finger reste
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Chapter 2 THE MONKEY GROUP CALLS
Chris POV I started walking back toward my hideout, keeping my pace even despite the hot, stinging feeling in my shoulder. The night air was sharp against the drying blood on my sleeve, but I paid it no mind. Hurt is just proof you’re still breathing. About halfway there, the phone in my pocket buzzed again. Unknown caller. I stopped beneath a weak streetlight that sputtered overhead and picked up without a greeting. “You succeeded.” The voice was the same as before—deep, smooth, and perfectly controlled. I managed a quiet chuckle. “Succeeded at what?” “Passing a test.” I leaned against a brick wall, my eyes drifting over the empty street, cataloging every shadow. “You call six armed men a ‘test’?” “You neutralized them,” he corrected. “And if I hadn’t?” I asked, my tone utterly level. A measured silence hung on the line, heavy with implication. “Then we wouldn't be having this conversation now.” I glanced down at the dark patch bleeding through my sleeve where the bull
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Chapter 3 STUDYING THE UNTOUCHABLE
Chris POV I was standing still on the balcony. So was one of the shadows I had seen before. The air felt really heavy like something was hanging over us. The curtains behind Matt Davis were swaying gently in the breeze making sounds against the glass doors. The moon was shining down on us. It made his face look silver. Matt Davis was just standing there with his hands behind his back like he was looking out at his kingdom or something. He did not seem scared all. His shoulders were. He was not breathing fast. He just seemed calm like he was in control. I was hiding in the dark watching him. My heart was beating steadily like it always did when I was working. I had been watching this house for days learning the guards patterns, where the cameras were and where I could hide. I had it all planned out. Then Matt Davis started walking along the balcony really slow and thoughtful. His shoes were making sounds on the marble floor. From where I was I could see the lights from the e
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Chapter 4 THE NIGHT OF THE SHOT
Chris POV I thought Matt was going to give the signal to kill me. It felt like I was waiting forever. I could feel the warmth of the red laser dots on my skin, steady and patient waiting for his signal. Matt Davis just stared at me in silence. Then, instead of ordering my execution, he raised one hand slowly. It was a movement but it meant everything. He pulled the laser dots instantly toward the darkness beyond the balcony, where his unseen men were waiting. The threat didn't disappear—I could still feel their sights locked on me. Their fingers stopped on the triggers yet my life belonged to him. He turned his gaze back to me. The strangest thing was the lack of anger on his face. If he had been yelling or visibly upset, I would have understood and known how to react. What I saw was pure icy command. He took a step forward. Reached for the front of my black hoodie. Before I could move his fingers caught the fabric over my chest. Ripped it. The sound of tearing cloth filled th
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Chapter 5 THE PREDATOR'S VERDICT
Chris POV I didn't sleep. I don't think I was capable of it. My body had shut down into something that wasn't sleep and wasn't consciousness — just a grey, suspended nothing that sat behind my eyes for hours while the ceiling above me stayed perfectly still and the city outside kept living like nothing had happened. Like nothing had happened. I almost laughed at that. Almost. The chains were still on. I'd checked them at some point in the dark — not with any real intention, just reflex, the way your hand moves to a wound to confirm it's still there. They were solid. Expensive. The kind of restraints that weren't purchased from any ordinary supplier. Everything in this room was like that. Heavy and deliberate and built to last. Including him. I didn't let myself think about that yet. I filed it behind the glass where I put things I couldn't afford to feel and I left it there and I stared at the ceiling instead. Dawn came slowly. Grey light first, then pale gold bleeding
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chapter 6 THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR (Matt's POV)
Matt POV I don't second-guess myself. It is not a discipline I practice or a habit I have cultivated. It is simply how I am built. A decision made is a decision made — you move forward from it or you don't move at all, and I have always moved forward. I closed the door behind me and stood in the corridor for exactly three seconds. Three seconds is not second-guessing. Three seconds is simply standing. Damon was waiting at the end of the hall. Of course he was. Damon had been at the end of every hall for eleven years and he had learned in that time to read the specific quality of my silences the way other men read words on a page. He looked at me now and said nothing, which meant he had already drawn his conclusions and was waiting to see if I would contradict them. I walked toward him. "He's alive," I said. "I can see that, sir." "Move him to the east wing suite this afternoon. The one with the garden view." I kept walking. Damon fell into step beside me. "Full provis
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chapter 7 THE DARK HOURS
Chris POV The east wing suite was beautiful. I noted this the way I noted everything — clinically, without attachment. High ceilings. Stone floors softened by rugs that probably cost more than anything I had ever owned. A bed that took up a quarter of the room. Windows overlooking a garden that was lit at night by low ground lights, the kind of lighting that was designed to look effortless and cost a great deal to maintain. Beautiful and locked. I had walked the perimeter twice when they brought me in. Damon — the one with the permanent hostility and the professionally empty face — had stood in the doorway and watched me do it without comment. I think he expected me to be embarrassed about it. I wasn't. Knowing your enclosure is basic survival. I would have done it in a palace or a hole in the ground with equal thoroughness. Two exits. Both sealed with electronic locks that needed a code and a secondary key card. The windows were reinforced — I'd pressed against the glass to
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chapter 8 PLEASE KILL ME
Chris POV I didn't ask him right away. I waited until the gold light had finished its slow crawl across the floor and settled into the full, indifferent brightness of mid-morning. I waited until the birds outside had made their noise and stopped. I waited until I had run the full inventory — wrists, ribs, everywhere else — and filed the results and determined that everything was damage I could function through. Then I asked. "Kill me." My voice came out exactly as I intended. Level. Clean. No tremor in it, no weight. Just a request, stated plainly, the way you'd ask someone to pass the salt or open a window. Matt was still in the chair. He had not, as far as I could tell, slept. He had sat in that chair by the window through the full dark and the grey and the gold and into the bright morning and he looked precisely as composed as he had looked when he first sat down, which was either inhuman or the product of a discipline so deep it had become indistinguishable from natur
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Chapter 9 GILDED CAGE
Chris POVThey came for me mid-morning.Not Matt — two men I hadn't seen before, broad and quiet with the particular economy of movement that told me they were trained rather than just large. They opened the door and stood in the frame and the one on the left said, "Mr. Davis has arranged your transfer," in the tone of someone relaying information rather than making conversation.I looked at them.Then I looked around the room — Matt's bedroom, where I had spent the last however many hours existing in the space between broken and functional — and I stood up slowly and said nothing and walked toward the door.They fell in on either side of me. Not grabbing, not touching. Just present, the way walls are present. Directing without contact.We moved through corridors I hadn't seen yet.The house was larger than I had calculated from the outside, which meant either my external assessment had been off or the interior was architecturally deceptive — rooms folded into rooms, wings extending f
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Chapter 10 MATT'S NIGHTLY RETURN
Chris POVHe came at the same time as the night before.I knew it was the same time because I had been counting — not obsessively, not with anything as deliberate as a watch, but the way you count things when your body has been trained to register intervals. The light through the garden window had reached the same angle. The patrol had completed the same rotation. The estate had settled into the same particular quality of nighttime quiet that I was already, against my better judgment, learning to recognize.The key card.The click.The door.I was on the window seat with my back against the wall and my knees drawn up and I did not move when he came in. I had decided earlier — during the long afternoon hours when there was nothing to do but think — that I would not perform for him. No tension in my shoulders. No careful arrangement of my expression. I would simply be where I was and let him make of it what he wanted.He came in and looked at me and said nothing.I said nothing.He move
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