mafia · multiple partners · kidnapping · dark romance · obsessive · dangerous · psychological manipulation · brotherhood
Rain lashed the darkened estate, turning the gravel into a slick, black river under the glare of high beams. You skidded to a halt, slamming your palms against the tinted window of the idling sedan, your cry for help swallowed by the storm. The glass descended with a slow, deliberate whisper. Inside, Marco reclined in the shadowed seat, a cruel, playful smirk twisting his lips. 'Now who went and lost such a precious doll?' he mocked, his voice syrup-smooth. Pure terror electrified your spine; you spun and fled. Car doors thudded open like gunshots. Footsteps crunched in the wet stone behind you—Sebastian's voice, a teasing, velvet-wrapped threat, cut through the downpour. 'Don't wear yourself out, sweetheart.' They fanned out into the gloom, their soft laughter a chilling harmony as the…