I didn’t want her. At least, that’s what I told myself. The sharp scent of her perfume clung to my senses, something intoxicatingly dangerous, but I couldn’t afford distractions. Not now. Not with the city on the edge of chaos, not when betrayal was as close as the next breath. But she wasn’t the kind of woman you ignored. The kind who stepped into a room like a force of nature, taking up space with the weight of her gaze. Her eyes were like burning embers—dark, intense, full of fire—and the way she looked at me? As if she already knew what I was capable of. What I could do to her. And that made me want her even less. The contract was signed. The deal was made. My word had always been my bond, and in this world, it was all that mattered. Loyalty, honor—those were the codes I lived by, even if they kept me a prisoner in my own life. My father’s death had thrown me into the power struggle that followed, and now, as the heir to the DiCarlo family, there was no room for softness.

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002: Vows of Steel

The silence after she left my office was deafening. I stood there for a long time, feeling the heat from her touch still lingering on my skin. She’d come into my world like a wrecking ball, and somehow, I knew she wasn’t going to be a simple pawn in my game. Isabella Romano wasn’t the kind of woman you could control with just a few cold, calculated threats. She was fire, and I was about to be burned. The night dragged on, but I couldn’t shake the image of her defiant eyes. I hadn’t expected her to fight back—not like that, not so openly. But there was something about her, something that made me want to break her even more. Something that told me she wasn’t afraid. And that made me dangerous. I moved through the halls of my mansion, the shadows swallowing me as I tried to focus. The city was still simmering with tension, the underworld on the brink of collapse, but my thoughts kept returning to Isabella. She was a complication I didn’t need, but one I couldn’t ignore. The clo

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003: Beneath the Skin

She was still in my head when the sun came up. I’d slept for maybe an hour, stretched out on the leather couch in my office like a soldier in enemy territory. My gun stayed close, tucked under the pillow. In this world, trust was suicide, and comfort was a luxury you couldn’t afford twice.But even with a loaded weapon at my side, the real threat had already walked through my front door wearing silk and secrets. Isabella Romano. My wife. And the fuse to a bomb I’d willingly lit. I showered and dressed in silence, my mind already mapping out the day—meetings with the Irish, a shipment in the docks, surveillance on a rat in my crew. The usual list of fires to put out. But beneath all of that, her voice still echoed: “I’m not scared of you.” She should be. God help her—she really should be. The dining hall was quiet, filtered sunlight cutting across the long table like a spotlight. She sat at the far end, dressed in black, her hair pulled back in a sleek twist that made her look

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004: Shadows Don't Lie

Trust, in my world, is a currency more fragile than glass. And someone just shattered it. The meeting ended hours ago, but my gut hadn't settled. The kind of tension I was feeling didn’t come from threats thrown across a table—it came from something deeper. Hidden. Slithering. A whisper in the dark. There was a rat in my house. And I was going to find them. I was in the basement surveillance room by midnight. Concrete walls. Flickering screens. The smell of dust and old blood. My right-hand man, Nico, stood beside me, eyes locked on the feed. “You were right,” he said, voice tight. “Someone’s been leaking intel.” I didn’t respond. The footage spoke for itself—grainy black-and-white video showing one of my soldiers slipping a flash drive to a courier in the alley behind the club. Timestamped. Dated. Clear as goddamn daylight. Marco. Loyal since the old days. I’d carried his brother’s coffin after a botched hit. He’d sworn blood loyalty. Now he was selling secrets like a t

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005: The Devil You Know

A storm always leaves something behind. Broken glass. Silence. Blood in the gutters. This one left her in my bed. I didn’t sleep. Couldn’t. Not with Isabella lying beside me, the silk of her nightgown like a weapon drawn between us. She didn’t touch me. She didn’t have to. Her presence was enough to set every nerve in my body on edge. She was poison wrapped in lace. And I was the idiot drinking straight from the bottle. By morning, she was gone. A ghost in her own house. But she’d left behind something worse than her absence: questions. Why had she come to me? Why now? And what the hell was she hiding? I headed downstairs, sharp and silent, like the devil himself was on my heels. Nico was waiting in the dining room, eyes dark with urgency. “There’s been movement,” he said without preamble. “Someone’s trying to stir Ricci’s men. We picked up chatter—new supplier. Outside our network. Big money. Bigger reach.” “Ricci doesn’t have the balls to move without warning,” I mutte

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006: Dead Men Don't Stay Buried

A ghost should never knock on your door. But mine had left claw marks. His name was Matteo DiCarlo. My brother. My curse. My mistake. I buried him a long time ago—figuratively, not literally. Because the truth was, Matteo disappeared after a massacre that left blood on my hands and ashes on our family’s legacy. The world thought he died in that fire. I let them. It was cleaner that way. Simpler. But simple doesn’t last in this world. And ghosts? They don’t burn. They wait. Until now. I hadn’t said a word since Isabella spoke his name. She stood across from me in my office, her arms crossed over her chest, dark eyes waiting for me to lie. To deny it. But I didn’t. Because it was time. “He was the golden son,” I said finally, voice rough with something I didn’t recognize. Regret, maybe. “He had the charm, the ambition, the smile. Everyone loved him. My father put his crown on him before he was old enough to bleed for it.” “And you?” she asked quietly. “I was the shadow be

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007: The Knife Between Us

They say revenge is best served cold. But in my world, it’s served bloody. Matteo was alive. Nico had turned. And the DiCarlo empire was cracking beneath my feet. But I wasn’t the kind of man who watched empires fall. I was the kind who lit the match and built a new one from the ashes. And this time, I had a queen beside me. Whether she stayed loyal… that was still up for debate. The mansion felt different now. Like something was watching me from the walls. My men were on edge. They had seen the shootout at the chapel, seen the smoke, heard the screams. They didn’t need explanations—they needed orders. And blood. Nico’s betrayal hit harder than I wanted to admit. I’d raised that man, trained him, bled beside him. Trusted him with things I hadn’t told anyone, even Isabella. And now, every secret he held… was in Matteo’s hands. I called my inner circle to the war room. Enzo. Gio. Paolo. Loyalists. Old blood. I laid out the map on the table—our territory, Ricci’s, and the s

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008: No Saints in This Sanctuary

There’s something sacred about the moment before a kill. The stillness. The breath that hangs in your lungs. The second where fate balances on the edge of a blade. I used to think that only monsters relished it. Now I know better. Because sometimes, killing isn’t about hate. It’s about control. And after Matteo’s little gift in my wine cellar, I needed to own the chaos again. Starting with the traitors hiding in my walls. I didn’t bury Enzo. I displayed him. His body was cleaned, dressed in full ceremonial black, and laid out in the courtyard like a fallen general. Candles lined the stone walkway. Red silk draped the railing. A silent warning wrapped in ritual. Anyone who stepped through that gate knew exactly what happened to those who crossed me. And those who stayed? They would bleed for him. Or beside him. Isabella stood to my left, dressed in black lace, a veil covering her eyes. Her hand grazed mine. Not affectionate—strategic. Like she knew every eye was watchin

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009: The Cost of Her Silence

There’s a moment—right before everything shatters—when you can still turn back. When the path behind you isn’t buried yet, when the blood hasn’t dried. But I passed that point a long time ago. Now, every step forward feels like walking barefoot through glass. And Isabella? She’s bleeding, too. But she’s not making a sound. We buried my father a second time. Same plot. Same priest. Same marble stone. Only this time, no one came but me and Isabella. I stood over the hole and stared into the dirt, fists clenched at my sides. “I was never his favorite,” I said. “But I never thought someone would drag his body out just to send a message.” Isabella didn’t speak. She placed a black rose on the headstone. Then, finally, “He would’ve been proud.” I turned to her. “You didn’t know him.” “No. But I know what legacy demands.” Her voice was quiet. Sharp. And somehow more dangerous than any gun. Later that night, Gio brought me something unexpected. “Boss,” he said, handing me a

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010: A Kingdom of Lies

You can only play god for so long before your creations turn on you. Loyalty isn’t free. It’s paid for in favors. Fear. Blood. And once the scales tip? Even kings fall. Two days after Isabella’s confession, I called a meeting with my remaining allies. No suits. No rituals. Just steel and silence. Viktor sat closest to me, arms crossed, always watching. Gio leaned forward, tapping a cigarette against the table, eyes flicking to Isabella every few seconds. Even he wasn’t sure whose side she was on. I didn’t blame him. Neither was I. “Matteo has holes in his circle,” I began. “And we’re going to fill them with corpses.” Gio grinned. “I like this plan.” “Good. Because it starts tonight.” I pushed a folder across the table. Inside: names, photos, addresses. Matteo’s lieutenants. Not the public ones—the shadows behind the throne. Three names. Franco Talese. Ivo Marchese. Elena Neri. Each one vital. Each one untouchable. Until now. “We take them out,” I said, “Matteo s

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Savage Honor: Blood Oath

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001: The Oath

Savage Honor: Blood Oath 024: Ghosts of the Throne

Savage Honor: Blood Oath 023: The Reckoning

Savage Honor: Blood Oath 022: The Unseen Players

Savage Honor: Blood Oath 021: The Broken Mask

Savage Honor: Blood Oath 020: Point of No Return

Savage Honor: Blood Oath 019: Betrayal’s Edge

Savage Honor: Blood Oath 018: The Final Game

Savage Honor: Blood Oath 017: The Reckoning

Savage Honor: Blood Oath 016: The Price of Trust

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