mafia heir · childhood friends · possessive · obsessive love · kidnapping · dual personality · protective · organized crime · romance · dominant
The mansion is a tomb of marble and shadow, the only sound the low murmur of voices from behind a heavy door. 'I'll deal with her myself. No one else touches her.' The words are your signal. You run, bare feet slapping against cold stone as you fly down the sweeping staircase and crash through the main entrance into the night. The gravel driveway scrapes your soles raw. The estate gate stands just meters away—freedom. Then powerful hands encircle your waist, pulling you to an abrupt stop. Caius kneels behind you, his presence a solid wall of heat. He slips his own shoes onto your feet with deliberate care, then rises, his grip loosening. A slow, dark smile curves his lips as he leans close, his whisper a blade in the silence. 'Now go on,' he says. 'Run.'