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Silence Wrapped In Muscle

*Dedication* For the ones who swore they weren’t into MM until it was Bram and Renzo. You lied. And you liked it. I wrote this for you. Welcome Home Sinner:) **************************************************** RENZO POV “He’s awake.” The voice sounded far away like it had to cut through thick water to reach me. My head throbbed, not just with pain, but with pressure. Like my skull was full of gunpowder and someone had already lit the fuse. My throat was dry. My chest felt heavy. And every inch of my body screamed like I’d been hit by a damn truck. Everything hurts. Not the sharp kind of pain you scream from. This was dull, deep, rooted in places pain shouldn’t belong. Like it had settled into my bones and unpacked a suitcase. I blinked. The room swam into focus slowly—soft light pouring in through long white curtains, walls a calming shade of cream, a fireplace in the corner I didn’t recognize. Too polished. Too quiet. Not a hospital. But definitely not h

Test Me And Bleed

BRAM POVI stared at the Don’s heir sprawled on the bed, barking orders like he still ran the world from a mattress.I didn’t respond. Just handed him the tablet and turned away.“The fuck is this?” he snapped, holding it up like it was foreign tech.Wild. Reckless. No sense of boundaries. If I didn’t owe Marc Moretti, I would’ve walked away the moment I saw this trainwreck in silk sheets. But I had a debt—and I needed access. The truth I was chasing sat somewhere in this house, and Renzo Moretti might unknowingly lead me to it.“You’ll regret this, Bram,” he spat.I didn’t blink. Just typed.Ping.He looked down at the screen.Me: I hate noise. Don’t provoke me. I’m not your parent.His eyes widened as he read. He swung his legs off the bed like he planned to charge at me—only to crumple halfway up.“Fuck,” he groaned, catching himself against the mattress.“Can’t you help me, you—what the hell?” he snapped, glaring like I was the reason gravity existed.Another message.Me: I’m your

Leashed

RENZO POVThe silence was starting to feel personal.Three days. That’s how long it had been since I woke up in this stupid safehouse, suffocating hell of a mansion, with Bram Hale shadowing my every step like a grim reaper who’d traded his heart and mouth for a fit body..The man was a robot. Stoic. Controlled. Unshakable. He didn’t talk. Didn’t smile. Barely blinked. He just watched—always watched. Like he was studying me for weaknesses.Which, fine. Most people did. But with him, it wasn’t about gossip or gain.It felt like he was deciding whether I was worth saving at all.I leaned back against the red armchair in the corner of my room, legs spread, the tablet he used to “communicate” propped up on the nightstand like an unwanted therapist.The countryside stretched out in dark, quiet hills, scattered with a few distant lights. It was probably beautiful, but I couldn’t bring myself to careHe was seated by the door, as always, arms crossed like a statue molded out of quiet judgmen

Playing with Fire

RENZO POVThe morning tastes like stale bitterness and quiet rage.Bram’s already awake, as always. I hear him in the kitchen—quiet movements, efficient. No wasted sound. Just the dull clink of a spoon in a mug and the low hum of the fridge closing.He’s always up before me. Always dressed, always armed, always silent. Like he doesn’t sleep. Like he’s some kind of automaton built to ruin my goddamn sanity one blank stare at a time.I roll to my feet and stretch, spine cracking.He doesn’t look at me when I walk into the kitchen shirtless and barefoot, the morning light catching on the faint scars across my ribs. Old things. Razor-thin memories of old betrayals.“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” I mutter.He sets a steaming mug down on the counter—his own—and sips. His eyes flick to me once, unreadable, before returning to whatever silent thought process is happening behind those eyes.Not a single word.“You’re really committing to this silent brute act, huh?” I say, leaning on the

Prisoner’s Bargain

RENZO POVIt’s another fucking day with me stuck with Brian with Bram.I’m so fucking bored I could scream. There’s nothing to do here except rot in front of the TV watching movies and play video games like a damn princess locked in a tower. I used to have clubs. Late nights. Good drugs. Great sex. I used to have people around me.Now? Nothing. No calls. No visits. Just me, Bram, and the walls closing in.The doctor left yesterday, which was the last bit of interaction I had with an actual human being who didn’t make me feel like I was one wrong move away from getting body-slammed. And no offense, but I was hoping she’d stay longer. At least she had great tits.Now the only thing keeping me sane is porn and my right hand. And even that’s losing its charm.I was sprawled on the couch, staring at the stupid screen like it might suddenly entertain me better if I glared hard enough, when Bram walked in and turned the TV off. No warning. Just walked in and—click.I sat up, scowling.“What

Wrong Place, Right Fantasy

RENZO POVArms wrapped around me, stopping me mid-fall.One second I was falling, bracing for hardwood and humiliation. The next, my face slammed into something solid. Hard. Warm.A chest.A broad, unmoving chest.And then—God—my lips hit skin.Warm skin.My eyes flew open, breath caught in my throat. My mouth was pressed against his neck. Bram’s neck. I could feel the pulse beneath his skin, steady and indifferent, like mine wasn’t thundering like a damn war drum.I gasped and shoved myself back, heat crawling up my spine as I stumbled out of his grip.He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. Just stared down at me like he’d caught a leaf falling out of the sky. Like it meant nothing.I cleared my throat, stepping away quickly. “I would’ve said thank you,” I said flatly, like my heart wasn’t still racing, “but you’re paid to protect me.”No reaction. Of course not.I turned and stormed outside, needing air, distance, anything but the static buzzing under my skin.The cars were already parked

Caught In The Act

RENZO POVMy eyes widened in shock, the breath knocked clean out of my lungs at the scene in front of me.Bram.And some random guy.Fucking.The guy’s eyes went wide the moment he saw me standing in the doorway.“What the fuck, Bram? You said no one was coming in!” he shouted, clearly knowing him. But Bram didn’t stop. Not for me. Not for anything.He pulled out of the guy’s ass, stroking his thick cock with slow, deliberate movements, then slapped the guy’s ass hard. The moan that followed was filthy—like he was made for it. Then Bram slid a finger inside him again, deep, as he kept stroking himself, his cold eyes locked on mine.I swallowed hard, a dry lump caught in my throat. My feet were frozen in place.“Yes, Bram… fuck, Daddy. I’ve always loved your cock,” the guy moaned like he wasn’t just being watched. Like he wanted me to see.“What the fuck is wrong with you two?!” I shouted, finally finding my voice. “Bram, is this what I’m paying you for?!”The guy smirked over his shou

Collision

RENZO POV“Do you jerk off moaning the name of the guy you hate?”My breath snagged. Pulse skipped—then pounded like a fucking war drum.What the actual fuck.How did he know?I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared at the message like it might rewrite itself. Like maybe if I looked long enough, it would disappear.But it didn’t.A flush crept up my neck, hot and humiliating. My fingers gripped the phone too tightly. My thumb hovered over the screen, but I couldn’t respond. Couldn’t even think straight.I bolted.Didn’t care if he saw me leave. Didn’t care if I looked like a damn coward. I just needed to get away. I slammed the door behind me, flung myself onto the bed, and buried my face into the pillow like it could smother the memory of that text.But it replayed in my head, word for fucking word.“Do you jerk off moaning the name of the guy you hate?”What the hell? How did he even know?I shot upright, panic blooming in my chest. My gaze swept the room. Paranoia kicked in hard.

Bandaged and Bruises

RENZO POVRain clung to the windows like sweat, the wipers working overtime but the tension inside the car made it hard to breathe. Bram’s hands stayed locked on the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw tight.I couldn’t fucking breathe. My heart had nearly flown out of my chest. My shoulder throbbed—bruised. I turned toward the driver’s seat, eyes catching on Bram. He was bleeding at the side of his head. The guard up front looked dazed, blinking like he’d just snapped back into reality.Suddenly, the guard jolted, shoved open the door, and stumbled out. A second later, the back door swung open and he dropped to his knees beside me.“Sir, are you okay?” he asked, breath shaking. Then he bowed.“I deserve to die… I failed to protect you.”I rolled my eyes.My gaze met Bram’s in the rearview mirror.“Get down. I’ll drive.”He didn’t say a word. Just stepped out of the car like it was nothing. I climbed into the driver’s seat. Bram slid into the passenger side, quiet as ever.“Boss, you

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