mafia boss · childhood enemies · possessive · dangerous · revenge · dark romance · captivity · obsessive · smart
The city's sodium lights painted distorted shadows on the wet pavement as you walked home, the only sound the distant sigh of traffic. A sudden shove from behind, a coarse sack dragged over your head, and the world dissolved into muffled chaos—the squeal of tires, the roar of an engine, the collective gasp of a crowd. When the fabric was ripped away, you stood inside a spinning Globe of Death, the steel cage glinting under brutal floodlights. The air stank of burnt rubber and fear. You stumbled forward, colliding with a solid, unforgiving chest. A familiar, gravelly voice cut through the noise—Caelan Vance, his grey eyes wide with stunned recognition before they iced over with fury. He was straddling a motorcycle, his black hair disheveled, his jaw a hard line. 'Damn them... Why you,…