CHAPTER 05

Dante Castelli.

I chewed the last bite of my meal, but my mind was elsewhere.

Trapped in him.

My little rabbit.

Just the thought of having him beneath me—warm, helpless, trembling as he whispered ''sir” again... Fuck.

Heat surged through my body instantly, burning in my veins like liquid fire. The need to claim him was suffocating, throbbing against the inside of my pants, demanding more. Demanding now. Since that first encounter, something inside me had shattered and rebuilt itself around him.

I’ve had countless bodies at my feet. Men, women... so many mouths begging to please me, so many bodies surrendering without resistance.

And I used them.

They meant nothing.

Just passing distractions.

I never needed to remember their names.

Because nothing was more important than my empire.

My cartel.

My obsession had always been power.

To expand.

To dominate.

To control.

To crush competition, to instill fear, to make the name Dante Castelli immortal.

I was never obsessed with people.

But then… he appeared.

And suddenly, the entire world faded into insignificance.

Now, he’s my obsession.

Not just a craving.

Not some fleeting whim.

He is mine.

And I want control over everything.

His footsteps.

His thoughts.

His breath.

I want to decide when he sleeps and when he wakes. I want to know every word that leaves that little mouth. I want to be the only thing he looks at—no distractions, no detours.

His words for me.

His entire life was devoted to me.

The idea that Elijah had a life before me enrages me. That he had friends. That he laughed with others. That he loved someone who wasn’t me.

I’ll erase it all.

He doesn’t need a past. He doesn’t need anyone else. He only needs me.

Those blue eyes... so innocent, so perfect. So ready to be broken, rebuilt, and molded to see me as his only reality.

And that ass… made to be mine. Tight, tempting, begging to feel my palm slap against it, to be marked by my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.

He will be mine in every possible way.

The name Dante Castelli is still a legend. My empire still stands. But none of it matters if Elijah isn’t by my side. He’s the only one I truly want to own.

My patience was wearing thin.

The wait had been long. Cruel.

But now… the moment was near.

Very soon, he’ll be mine.

And there won’t be a damn thing he can do about it.

The daydream shattered when I felt a weight shift beside me. I didn’t even need to look to know who it was. Viper.

"You’re hard." His irritating voice sliced through my patience as his hand slid along my thigh, moving toward the bulge between my legs. "I can take care of that for you."

Slowly, I turned my head and grabbed his wrist, squeezing hard enough to draw a whimper of pain.

"I told you—I’m done with you, Viper." My voice was cold, dangerous. "Keep pushing, and next time, you’ll have a knife at your throat."

He flinched and pulled his hand back quickly. I returned my focus to the food, ignoring his pathetic presence. I already had what I truly wanted.

But the calm didn’t last.

Just a few feet away, something caught my attention. My eyes locked onto Elijah’s small frame—his hesitant, uncertain walk. And then I saw it.

That bastard J dared to touch him.

My blood boiled. My jaw clenched. Rage surged through me, turning every muscle into a chain of fury. My fists closed on instinct. Every fiber screamed for violence.

I stood, my steps heavy and determined. My eyes fixed on the filthy inmate who had the audacity to lay hands on what’s mine.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know you’re not part of a group yet. I’d love to make you my little bitch." His voice oozed malice as his filthy hand slid over Elijah’s ass.

The air left my lungs like a suppressed roar. My chest burned like live coals.

Before I even realized it, I grabbed the bastard’s head and slammed it against the metal table. Blood splattered on impact, the sound echoing across the cafeteria. A few inmates backed away, knowing exactly what was coming.

But I wasn’t finished.

Before he could even scream, I snatched a knife from beside a tray and drove it straight into his skull. The blade sank in with a muffled crack, and his eyes rolled back instantly.

My heart wasn’t racing from adrenaline—it was pure hatred. Someone dared to touch him.

I turned my eyes on Elijah. Shock and horror painted his face. The disgust in his expression hit me with a mix of satisfaction and frustration. The fear in his eyes only fueled the pounding lust inside me.

Fox reacted fast, dragging Elijah out of the cafeteria. But the fury still burned in my chest.

I gripped the knife handle and yanked it from the bastard’s skull, warm blood splashing against my forearm. But it wasn’t enough. I stabbed him again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I only stopped when his body finally went limp.

I let his blood-soaked corpse drop to the floor and lifted my gaze. The silence was suffocating. No one dared to meet my eyes. Some pretended to focus on their food. Others kept their heads down, hoping to disappear.

I ran my bloody fingers through my hair and took a deep breath.

"A warning." My voice cut through the silence like a blade. "That boy belongs to me."

My gaze swept over the cafeteria, making sure each and every one of them heard me. Then I pointed to the mutilated corpse at my feet.

"If anyone dares touch him, this is what will happen."

The guards rushed in, but not a single one made eye contact. They simply removed the body, erasing the bloodshed like it was routine. I passed by one of them without slowing and gave a curt order, not bothering with pleasantries.

"Bring me a clean uniform."

I kept walking, heading for my private bathroom. I stripped off the bloodstained clothes and stepped under the steaming water, letting it cascade down my body, washing the tension away.

My muscles relaxed under the heat—But my mind?

Still on fire.