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258 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 10, 2025
“The mafia is like, um, this giant family, but not a family-family. More like a… business? But instead of selling, like, cookies or shoes or whatever, they do crimes. They’re super rich, and they sort of adopted us, I think? But only if we train really hard and get good at murder.”“Bay showed me stuff.” My breath caught. “Videos.” His head lifted sharply, and he looked down at me with his pupils blown wide and mouth set like he was trying not to lose control.
“Baby,” he groaned. “I fucking love that you have friends. I do. But if you ever have questions about sex again, you come to me. You hear me?” I nodded fast. “Yes, Daddy.”
Daddy’s eyes always sparkled when he looked at me. “I brought you something,” I told him, tiptoeing closer to the bed. His smile got a little wider, slow and sleepy. “Yeah? Another note?” I nodded. “It’s a really good one, Daddy. You’re probably gonna cry.”“So what does that make me then?”
Amir didn’t miss a beat. “His boyfriend. His daddy. The poster child for repressed men who fall first and get feral about it later.”
I gave him a look. “You’re such a smug bastard.”
“I love your heart,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest. “It’s the safest sound in the world.”
"I sort of wanted to press my finger against those lines and trace them all around his body until I found out where they led.
Of course, that’d be silly because I already knew the answer.
His heart.
I kind of wanted to trace that, too."
The idea of letting Blue go felt like dying. Not metaphorically. Not in some poetic, slow- fade way. No— like my heart would seize in my chest and never beat right again. The goddamn ground would crack open and swallow whatever was left of me whole. I’d survive it. That was the worst part. I’d survive, and I’d hate every second of it.
“If you call him daddy one more time,” Blue seethed, “I will crawl across this fucking table and rip your throat out.”
"He touched me— just barely, and over fabric— but it was more than I’d allowed in years. A fleeting brush of fingers, uncertain and small. What should’ve made my skin crawl somehow leveled me. It gutted me. Blue was undoing me. Not loudly and not even on purpose, but he was."
“You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like I’m not sick, and like maybe I never was.” He smiled at that and leaned forward until our foreheads touched again. “Maybe we’re just healing each other,” he murmured.
“I— I scratched you. I hurt you.”
“Don’t you dare apologize.” His eyes were wild, pupils nearly exploding. “Goddamn it. Scratch me again. Mark me. Destroy me, Blue. I need it— need you carved into me so deep I taste you in my fucking bones.”
"I would’ve carved out my own ribs if it meant he’d never have to cry again."
“You beg for me, baby, and I forget how to breathe.”
He paused, breathing like the words hurt his lungs. “If I could never touch you again… if all I had was sitting close enough to hear your heartbeat, I’d still want you. I’d still love you.”
"Our lips moved like we could stitch each other back together with nothing but breath and skin, and the weight of being wanted."
This book has a lot of things I don't usually like. Hell, I just finished a book with this kind of insta-ness and hated it. But here? With these two broken babies? Licking my fingers.
If the author's good, even insta possessiveness and obsessiveness can work.
I’m also not a fan of the daddy/boy dynamic, but here? Perfect for them 🥹
Blue’s innocence needs a steady hand, a role model—and broken Samuel being all that? Makes me feral and greedy. Dangerous combo, right?
Though, I’ll admit it got a bit much at times.
Get this: Blue (swooning so damn much) believes that because he kisses Daddy… they have to get married.
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Now, let’s talk about sex—because in a daddy/boy setup, that’s usually where I nope out.
But here? I’m going to hell because I LOVED watching this 32-year-old Daddy give his 18-year-old boy exactly what he needed—in a scorching, toe-curling, pearl-clutching way.
And just FYI—no OP drama whatsoever!
We also need to talk about that damn cult. Or maybe… let’s just hope they all died as painfully and bloodily as Blue’s parents. Head smashed and all that. Good talk!
That said, there were a few things that didn’t fully land.
Some of the emotional pacing felt off—Samuel’s touch aversion resolved way too quickly, and Blue’s sexual understanding ramped up a little too fast after, what, some videos?
I would've loved a more slow-burnish journey, with them learning and experimenting together.
Same goes for Blue's training and found family arc. He went from outsider to BFFs with the boys overnight—and we didn't see it. He’s suddenly out on missions… but how?
Even his bond with Samuel needed more build-up and on-page tension to fully sell the progression. But I still bought it—because the characters had me.
What really frustrated me was how many key moments happened off-page.
Like, Blue sleeps (just sleeps!) and kisses Samuel four nights in a row—and we don’t get a single scene of it. We’re just told.
At this point, I’m greedy for all things Blue & Samuel, so not getting those moments hurt.
This isn’t a critique of them—or even the found family, which was gold.
It’s about the author’s choice to keep pivotal, intimate scenes off-page.
So, expect a steamy, emotionally intense, dark-ish romance with trauma, possessiveness, and a surprisingly tender daddy/boy dynamic that just works—especially if you’re weak for broken boys finding home in unexpected places.
It’s a wild, aching ride of mine.mine.mine obsession, age-gap yearning, and mafia-fueled danger, wrapped in a feral found family vibe.
Basically: soft boys, sharp teeth, and no emotional safety nets.
Proceed with your heart unguarded. 💘
Can’t wait for more!!!
I wasn’t sure it made any sense, but sometimes I felt so much I thought my body might break from it.
“You looked at me,” I whispered, “and you didn’t look away. You didn’t ask what was wrong with me. You didn’t try to pray me better. You just… saw me.”
Bay dropped his controller. “I…” He looked to Simon like he needed a lifeline. “Did he just propose? Casually? Emotionally? To a man he’s known a total of ten days?” Miller didn’t even blink. “I think he’s already planned the honeymoon.” “What’s a honeymoon?” I asked. Bay let out a high-pitched noise that might’ve been a gasp or a suppressed sob. “I cannot emotionally handle you.”
“If I could never touch you again… if all I had was sitting close enough to hear your heartbeat, I’d still want you. I’d still love you.”