Entangled with the Mafia Don
"You want me, Davina. You can deny it all you want. I will make you scream the truth." His voice, a guttural purr, slid over my skin, igniting a shameful, undeniable heat. His hot, possessive gaze consumed me, stripping me bare, making my body clench with fear and anticipation. I was trembling, aching, for a man who I should hat. The man that can destroy me.
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The anonymous call pulled Davina Wilson into a nightmare realm of carnal secrets and violence. Summoned to her estranged father's bedside, she found a brutal aftermath reeking of raw power. Malcolm's chilling dismissal and her stepmother's icy glare hinted at a depraved family darkness she'd never imagined.
Then came Ezra, a formidable, unapologetically masculine force, unsettlingly aware of a past Davina had erased thirteen years ago—a past he was determined to excavate and brand as his own.
Plunged into a dangerous underworld to shield her family, Davina found herself Ezra's captive. He hungered to devour her innocence, seeing a wild, unyielding lust he was determined to dominate and unleash. His possessive interest deepened into an all-consuming claim. He was the alpha predator she should flee, yet the forbidden craving was undeniable.
As Davina navigated this treacherous landscape, the lines between captor and savage lover, threat and intoxicating surrender, blurred. An attraction so potent ignited, promising either her ultimate downfall or a dark, exhilarating damnation.
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Chapter: Chapter 70: The Eclipse of ReasonEzra's POV"Two."The syllable had barely left my lips when the world dissolved into a predatory dance. Ivan didn’t go for his gun—he went for the leverage. With the desperate, twitchy speed of a man who knew he was outmatched in a fair fight, he vaulted the remaining steps. His boots thundered on the hollow wood of the stage as he lunged, his hand snaking out to catch the collar of Davina’s silk dress.He yanked her backward with such force her head snapped, her small, trembling frame colliding with his chest."Three," I hissed.My hand was a blur, the Beretta clearing my holster and leveling in one fluid, lethal motion. My finger took the slack out of the trigger, the front sight post settling right between Ivan’s eyes.But the shot wasn't there. Ivan was a coward, but he was a Sokolov; he knew how to use a shield. He buried his face behind Davina’s shoulder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her arms with bruising force. He pinned her against him, using her height to mask
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Chapter: Chapter 69: The Shadow of the SokolovsDavina’s POVJust as the auctioneer’s gavel began its final, soul-crushing descent, a heavy, metallic thud shook the entire hold. The massive steel doors at the rear of the theater swung open, admitting a violent draft of freezing sea air and a man who radiated a darkness far more potent than the leering predators in the audience.It wasn't the cold that made my blood turn to ice. It was the man who stepped out of the shadows.Ivan Sokolov.The world tilted, and for a second, I wasn't on a ship; I was back in the neon-lit haze of The Devil’s Club. I could almost taste the bitter tang of the drug he’d slipped into my drink. I could feel the ghostly weight of his hands on me, the way he had looked at me with that same sick, predatory hunger before Ezra had broken through the door and nearly beaten him to death.My breath hitched in a ragged, agonizing sob. I recognized the way he carried himself—the arrogant, broad-shouldered swagger of a man who thought the world was his for the taking
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Chapter: Chapter 68: The Price of a SoulDavina’s POVThe stage felt like an altar, and I was the sacrifice.The air in the freighter’s hold was thick and suffocating, a nauseating cocktail of cloying expensive colognes, the acrid bite of high-end tobacco, and the underlying, metallic rot of the sea. Above me, the harsh, white spotlight was a physical weight—a blinding, hot pillar of light that turned the men in the audience into faceless, jagged silhouettes. They were a sea of black tuxedos and predatory eyes, lurking in the shadows just beyond the reach of the glare.Every inch of my skin crawled with a primal, skin-shivering revulsion. The midnight-blue silk of the gown they had forced me into felt like a layer of cold oil. It was expertly tailored to be a mockery of modesty; the fabric was so sheer it felt like a second skin, clinging to every curve and revealing the frantic heaving of my chest. They had painted my face with heavy, theatrical cosmetics and curled my hair into perfect, doll-like waves. I felt like a corps
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Chapter: Chapter 67: The Price of BloodEzra's POVI was back at the safe house, the air vibrating with the frantic energy of a war room. Every screen was a blur of traffic cams and facial recognition hits that led nowhere. I was a hair-trigger away from executing the tech lead when my encrypted phone shrieked on the glass table.The caller ID was a string of scrambled zeros. I snatched it up."Speak," I commanded, my voice a low, jagged rasp."Ezra. It’s Victor." The informant’s voice was thin, shaking with the weight of the news. "I found the transport. But you aren't going to a warehouse, and you aren't going to a Sokolov estate.""Where is she, Victor? Give me a location before I come over there and pull it out of your throat.""The Midnight Exchange," Victor whispered, the name carrying a sickening weight. "Tatiana didn't just take her for leverage. She’s liquidating the 'Volkov assets.' They’ve listed Davina as the 'Special Lot' for tonight’s auction. High-value sex slave, Ezra. They're selling her to the highest bidd
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Chapter: Chapter 66: The Black ProtocolEzra's POVThe silence in the hospital room was broken only by the ragged tearing of my own breathing. Andrea was already on the phone, his voice a low, urgent drone initiating the total lockdown I had ordered. I didn't join him. I needed to see the failure.I strode over to the utility closet. Andrea had left the door ajar. I pushed it open fully. The sight was immediate and sickening. My two men lay slumped against the cleaning supplies, their uniforms neat, their faces pale, their throats sliced with the clean, brutal efficiency of a professional executioner sent by Sokolov.This wasn't a warning; it was a move for checkmate.I ran a hand over the clean cut on one of my man's neck—no struggle, no noise, no amateur panic. Just silent murder. They hadn't been expecting it. They had been killed by someone they trusted, or someone who slipped past the periphery of my control."They took her, Ezra," Andrea said, stepping up beside me, his own shock giving way to focused determination. "
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Chapter: Chapter 65: The Reckoning in the DarkDavina's POVA throbbing, agonizing headache was the first sensation—a dull, relentless drumbeat echoing the last violent moments before the needle found its mark. My mouth was bone dry and tasted of copper, and my limbs felt like useless anchors weighted with lead, resisting any command to move. I fought the oppressive darkness, forcing my eyes open into a gritty, painful squint.I was lying on a coarse, cold cement floor. The low, guttural roar of a distant generator provided the only sound besides my own shallow, rapid breathing. The air was thick, heavy with the smell of damp earth, rust, and something acrid, metallic—like dried blood or spoiled meat. Above me, a single, caged bulb cast a weak, sickly yellow light, revealing the grim reality of a basement. Concrete walls, streaked with dark grime and patched with sickly green mold, surrounded me. It was clearly an abandoned industrial cellar, cold enough to make my already bruised skin prickle.I tried to sit up, but my muscles se
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