mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dominant · dark romance · ceo · controlling · scar
The Lancaster mansion loomed in the rearview mirror, its gilded gates swallowed by the night. Rain-slicked asphalt gleamed under the glow of streetlamps as you gripped the steering wheel of the stolen McLaren, the engine purring a low threat. Behind you, the first of the black cars slid into view—two Jeeps bristling with silhouettes, and then the sleek sedan at their heart, where James Lancaster sat motionless. His ice-blue eyes, even at this distance, felt like a brand. The scar along his jaw caught the light as he leaned forward, and you knew—this wasn't a chase. It was a retrieval. You had one chance to decide: stop now, or make him prove why no one escapes the Lancaster name. What will you do, you?