Kill or be killed, that is the law in the mafia. Omérta controls the way of life of the people that surround them, and what does she do? She kills. He kills. Perfect for each other, right? **** He chuckled tracing a finger down her neck, she closed her eyes wanting to scream, wanting to do something. "You know, I tried to keep my distance, but you got too comfortable, I saw you Claire, I saw you with, one of your little guy friends; and I realized I'd let the leash on you go too loose. You let another man get too close to when you knew you were mine. You belong to me, you belong with me." "I-I'm n-no-t a-an o-object f-f-for your u-se, Dante." She tried to calm her voice as she talked to him, but it was hopeless... **Warning: The following story is intended for a mature audience.**

[MATURE CONTENT] Detailed scenes for Alexander Brothers.

Chloe's p.o.v. All I want to do is go to Caines and finish what we started. I walked into the pack house and smelt him in the living room but his scent changed a bit. More Woodsy. I wrapped my arms around his waist from the back but did not expect what happened when he turned around. It wasn't Caine. I took in every detail from the little scar by his eyebrow to the gray eyes looking back at me. His dark brown hair almost black, pink wet lips, strong jaw line, muscles outlining his black t-shirts, and the mysterious grey captivating eyes. This definitely wasn't Caine. "What's going on?"I heard Caine's voice boom as I whirled around trying to get out of his grip but Dom's grip tightened.