Two Men. One Forbidden Love. No Way Out (Edit)
Introduction
Our mc Dylan DiMaggio
Age- 22
Height- 6 feet
profession- professor
Name- Hunter Hendrix
Age- 29
Height- 6'3
Parents- dead
Mafia head of Hendrix group
Name - Francesco Fiorello
Age - 30
Height- 6'4
Parents- dead
leader of Fiorello (Mafia)
Name- Eda
Age- 24
Mafia princess
Francesco's fiance
Dylan's dad (mafia)
leader of DiMaggio
Michael
Francesco's best friend and assistant
Age- 28
Height- 6'1
Jack
Age- 26
Height - 6
Dylan's colleague
This story is already published as a novel and I'm rewriting it as chat story but with full of psycho, Mafia and spiciness
all the pictures used in this chat story is taken from Pinterest only the cover page is mine.
This is a gay story and also 18+ with smut and the story is fully my imagination. Nothing like this happens in real life.
The story will revolve around Dylan, Hunter and Francesco other are support characters and this time I won't introduce many characters.
First few chapters will be shorter after it will become normal
Chapter 1
The night smelled of danger.
Dark clouds pressed low over the city, and the streets were too quiet, too watchful. Dylan walked faster, his hoodie up, but the hairs on his neck wouldn’t stop rising.
Someone was following him.
A man leaning against a sleek black car, half his face hidden in shadow, but his smirk sharp and wicked. His eyes glowed like burning steel, stripping Dylan bare in a single look.
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Running away again, pretty boy?
The stranger’s voice was dark velvet, smooth but laced with danger.
Dylan DiMaggio
*Dylan’s pulse skipped*
His body screamed to flee, but something inside him—something reckless—kept him still.
Dylan DiMaggio
"Who the hell are you?" Dylan snapped, but it came out weaker than he wanted.
stepping closer, boots echoing. Click. Click. Click.
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“Names don’t matter. Not tonight.” His lips curved into a sinful smile.
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“But you… you’ll matter to me.”
Before Dylan could breathe, the man leaned down, close enough for Dylan to feel the warmth of his breath. And then—darkness swallowed him whole.
Dylan DiMaggio
*Woke up with a sharp gasp*
The sheets beneath him were silk, cool against his fevered skin. His wrists were loose but tingling, like they had been bound too long. His head spun, his body aching in ways he couldn’t place—until his eyes fell on the surrounding room.
Red ropes curled across the bedframe. Leather cuffs dangled from the posts. On the nightstand… toys. Too many of them. All gleaming, all used.
Sitting on a chair at the corner, shirt undone, chest inked with scars and tattoos, watching Dylan with a gaze so sharp it hurt.
Hunter Hendrix
“You sleep like a kitten,” Hunter drawled, his deep voice rumbling through the silence.
Hunter Hendrix
“But you scream like a sinner.”
Dylan DiMaggio
*Dylan’s entire body burned.*
Dylan DiMaggio
*He realized with horror—and heat—that he was naked.*
Hunter Hendrix
*lips curved in a slow, dangerous smile.*
Hunter Hendrix
“Welcome to my world, Dylan.”
Chapter 2
The silk sheets clung to Dylan’s skin like a second layer, every nerve in his body alive, trembling. His breaths came uneven, shallow, and he didn’t know if it was fear… or something far more dangerous.
Hunter still sat there, lounging like a king on his throne, cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. His gaze never left Dylan, sharp as a predator watching its prey.
Hunter Hendrix
“Do you know,” Hunter murmured, exhaling smoke
Hunter Hendrix
“how beautiful you look when you’re helpless?”
Dylan DiMaggio
*Dylan’s chest tightened*
Dylan DiMaggio
*He forced his arms to cover his body*
Hunter Hendrix
*Hunter’s chuckle was low, amused, cruel*
Hunter Hendrix
“You don’t need to hide. I’ve already seen everything worth seeing.”
The shame, the heat, the rush of blood to Dylan’s face—he wanted to scream, to run, but his legs wouldn’t move.
Dylan DiMaggio
His voice came out strained, cracking, “Why am I here? What do you want from me?”
Hunter leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, cigarette burning between his fingers. His eyes glinted in the dim light, dangerous and unrelenting.
Hunter Hendrix
“What I want,” he said slowly, each word dripping like honey
The silence after his words was suffocating.
Dylan DiMaggio
*Dylan’s heart thudded against his ribs like it was trying to escape*
Hunter crushed the cigarette in the ashtray, then stood, the sound of his boots on the hardwood echoing louder than thunder. With every step, Dylan’s pulse spiked.
Hunter stopped at the edge of the bed. His hand brushed the rope tied loosely against the frame, and his smirk deepened
Hunter Hendrix
“You should’ve seen yourself last night,” he whispered, his voice sinful, almost mocking
Hunter Hendrix
“Begging. Trembling. Mine.”
Dylan DiMaggio
*Dylan’s throat went dry. His mind screamed in denial, but his body betrayed him with shivers*
Dylan DiMaggio
*He tried to speak, but nothing came out*
Hunter Hendrix
*Hunter leaned down, his lips hovering near Dylan’s ear*
Hunter Hendrix
“Don’t fight it, pretty boy. You’ll learn soon enough… no one walks away from me.”
Dylan squeezed his eyes shut, clutching the sheets tighter, as if the fabric could protect him from the storm that was Hunter. But deep inside, beneath the fear, a spark of defiance burned—he wasn’t ready to break. Not yet.
And Hunter… Hunter knew it.
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