5

She doesn’t throw herself at me like the others.

She’s unaware of the game, and yet she’s right in the middle of it.

I want to claim her, to make her mine, to take what her father values most.

Not just because it will break him—though that’s part of it—but because I want to see that fire in her eyes up close.

I want to see what happens when she realizes that everything she thought she knew about her life, her father, her future… it all belongs to me now.

She may not know it yet, but her fate was sealed the moment her father came crawling to me, begging for a loan he could never repay.

And when I take her, when I make her mine, she’ll realize just how deep this game goes.

I’ve had countless women, but none of them mattered.

None of them left a mark.

But Amina… she’s going to be different.

I can feel it.

This isn’t just about taking her—it’s about owning her, about consuming her.

And once I do, there’s no going back.

She’ll be mine, in every way that matters.

And no one, not her father, not anyone, will be able to stop me.

5

ARBEN

Amina Kadir grew up in a world far different from mine, a world of rules and boundaries.

An Arab woman raised in a strict family, she’s never had the chance to live freely, to explore her own desires, or to even imagine a life outside the walls her father built around her.

Her upbringing was sheltered—constrained by tradition, by expectation, by the rigid moral code her family followed.

She’s never known the world I come from, the world of blood and money, of power and control.

My Albanian heritage runs deep, intertwined with a history rich in struggle and resilience.

Growing up, I was surrounded by tales of my ancestors, fierce warriors who fought for their land and their people.

They carved their legacy through bloodshed and sacrifice, their spirit a relentless fire that has been passed down through generations.

It’s a legacy I carry with pride, a constant reminder of where I came from and what I’m capable of achieving.

Albania is a land of rugged mountains and hidden valleys, a place where nature’s beauty masks the harsh realities of life.

My family hailed from a small village tucked away in the hills, a community steeped in tradition and honor.

The Albanian way of life is governed by a strict code—honor, loyalty, and family above all else.

These values were instilled in me from an early age, shaping my character and my ambitions.

I learned that respect is earned through strength, and weakness is an invitation for others to take advantage.

My father was a man of power and influence, a respected figure in our community.

He taught me the importance of commanding respect, of making my presence known.

From him, I inherited not only the blood of warriors but also the understanding that in our world, loyalty is everything.

Betrayal is unforgivable, and once trust is broken, it can never be rebuilt.

I watched him navigate the treacherous waters of the mafia, making deals and forging alliances, always one step ahead of those who would seek to undermine him.

But the world of crime was never as simple as it seemed.

My father’s dealings often pulled us into the depths of darkness—dangerous men, ruthless ambitions, and a constant game of survival.

I learned to be ruthless, to do whatever it took to stay on top.

My heritage gave me the strength to endure, but it also taught me the cost of power.

Each decision came with consequences, and I learned to embrace the weight of those choices.

The Albanian blood running through my veins courses with a fierce loyalty to my family and my heritage.

But that loyalty comes with a price, a hunger for dominance that drives me forward.

I understand the risks that come with the lifestyle I’ve chosen, and I thrive in that chaos.

It’s the thrill of the game—the chase, the power, the inevitable betrayals—that fuels my ambition.

And now, as I set my sights on Amina, I can’t help but feel a connection to my roots.