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In her, I see the innocence of a sheltered life, a life untouched by the brutality of my world.

I’m drawn to her, not just because of her beauty but because she represents a challenge.

I’ll take her into my world, show her the reality of power and control, and teach her what it truly means to live without limits.

My Albanian heritage is a part of who I am, a reminder of the bloodshed and sacrifice that paved the way for my rise.

I carry it with me, using it as fuel to push myself further, to conquer those who stand in my way.

Amina will be a part of that legacy, whether she wants to be or not.

She may come from a sheltered life, but I’ll make sure she learns what it means to be strong, to fight for what she desires, and to embrace the darkness that runs beneath the surface of our world.

In my heart, I know that my heritage demands strength, and I will not waver.

Amina may be a pawn in my game, but she’ll also be a piece of the legacy I’m building.

And in the end, she’ll understand that power doesn’t just belong to the strongest—it belongs to those who are willing to seize it, no matter the cost.

While I was learning how to manipulate people, to destroy them if needed, she was living in a bubble.

She’s been protected, kept innocent.

She grew up under her father’s careful watch, not knowing that the man she trusted to protect her was sinking deeper and deeper into debt.

Her life was simple—school, home, and maybe a few friends, but never anything more.

I doubt she’s ever even held a man’s hand, let alone experienced the darker parts of life, especially since most Arabs are either Muslim or Christian so have a religious upbringing with so many guidelines to follow.

Her world was small, and her father made sure it stayed that way.

The more I think about it, the more I realize just how different we are.

While I was running through the streets, learning how to survive by any means necessary, she was locked away in a safe little box, untouched by the kind of evil that shaped me.

My world has always been about control—who has it, who can take it, who’s willing to kill for it.

But for Amina, control meant something else entirely.

It meant following the rules, respecting her family’s wishes, and never stepping out of line.

She probably had dreams once, small ones.

Maybe she wanted to be an artist, or maybe she thought about escaping that suffocating home life, but I’m sure those thoughts never lasted long.

Her father wouldn’t have allowed it.

His pride and ego were wrapped up in keeping her pure, keeping her out of reach of the world.

And now, he’s handed her straight into my arms, into the arms of a man who’s lived the opposite of everything she’s been taught.

The irony isn’t lost on me.

She’s been raised to be the perfect daughter, modest and obedient, untouched by men, just like most Muslim women are.

And now, she’s going to belong to someone like me—someone who’s done things she couldn’t even begin to imagine.

She’s never known a man like me.

Hell, she’s never known any man.

I’ve been around women my whole life, but Amina’s different.

She doesn’t know the game, hasn’t played by its rules.

She’s a blank slate.

 And that’s exactly why I want her.

There’s something thrilling about the thought of taking someone so innocent, so untouched by the darkness, and pulling her into my world.

She doesn’t belong here, not with someone like me, but that’s what makes it so much sweeter.

I’ll teach her what it means to live without rules, without boundaries.

She’ll learn quickly that the life she knew before was nothing compared to the world I can offer her—a world where power isn’t given, it’s taken.

She might have been sheltered, but that’s about to change.

I’ve been through hell to get where I am.

I was raised in the mafia, watching men die for control, seeing families ripped apart over a few dirty dollars.