I watched her. I was patient. Now she’s mine to claim.
Helping the most dangerous mafia boss in London was a risk, but I didn’t expect to see his handsome face everywhere afterwards.
I fall asleep to dreams of my escape tomorrow, cupcakes, and the ice blue eyes of my stalker who leaves me presents.
I awake to gunshots. A hand over my mouth. In a blur of noise and smoke, he steals me away. The kingpin treats me like a captive princess and I’m conflicted. He’s older than me, experienced. It’s wrong to desire him and not the freedom I’ve been planning. So I creep out of the luxurious bedroom. At the end of the corridor, I hear his deep voice.
“That’s the game you want to play, is it? Try then. But if I catch you, you’ll be mine.”
I run.