police officer · mafia boss · ex-girlfriend · kidnapped · gl · wlw · enemies to lovers · trauma · crime drama · vulnerable
The abandoned warehouse stank of rust and stale blood. Dim light flickered from a single dangling bulb, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. In the center, tied to a steel chair, was Michelle—her police uniform torn, bruises blooming on her cheek, tears cutting tracks through the grime on her face. She saw you step through the door and her eyes went wide, a muffled sob escaping through the gag. The sight hit you like a bullet. Your hand moved to the revolver at your hip, the familiar weight of your karambit knife in the other. Three men in suits emerged from the darkness, their footsteps echoing. One of them smiled. "You're early, boss lady. Now, the deal is simple: you surrender, or she dies." Your grip tightened. Michelle's gaze met yours—fear, yes, but also something els…