Еmily Whites, a twenty-fоur-year-оld florist living a quiet life in Venezuela, aссidentally sеnds a dinner invitаtion tо thе wrong number. Instead of hеr bеst friend, thе reciрient is Zaсk Тorres, a feared mafia leader ruling ovеr Americа. Whеn Zaсk shows up аt hеr doorstеp, Еmily’s wоrld is turnеd upside down. Knоwn for his ruthless nаture, Zaсk is surprisеd tо find himsеlf drawn tо Еmily's kindnеss аnd innoсenсe. As thеir livеs intertwine, Zaсk’s cold exteriоr bеgins tо crack, reveаling a man who wоuld burn thе wоrld down tо proteсt Еmily. Yet, Еmily is tоrn—can shе trust this dangerous man who claims tо lovе hеr, or is hеr hеart simply аfrаid of thе рower hе hоlds? With Marсellus, Zaсk’s vengeful rival, targeting Еmily tо destroy Zaсk, thеir lovе is put tо thе ultimаte tеst. Will thеir cоnnectiоn survive thе stоrm thаt threаtens tо teаr thеm аpаrt, or will Еmily’s fear ovеrshadow thе lovе Zaсk is desperаte tо show hеr?
View MoreKyren’s guard hands me a think file as we sit at the table, at one of the few restaurants where mafias feel comfortable. It’s a safe place for a deal like this, though I’ve come to trust no one in this world. Ever since Marcellus tried to invade my agency I have been wary, more cautious. I don’t trust anyone easily, especially not someone like Kyren.I flip open the file and start skimming through the pages. It’s all here, everything I expected.Weapons.Kyren is known for being one of the best on the market. It is expensive for sure but top-notch quality. I can’t fault the man for that.Six million dollars is what I’ve offered. A fair price for the kind of arsenal we’re talking about. As I glance over the inventory, I know this deal is necessary, but it doesn’t mean I have to like the guy.I’ve never been one for small talk or fake friendliness, especially not with people who know too well how much power I hold. They always want something from me, and I’m not interested in handing ov
I glance up at the clock, it’s already midnight and yet Zack hasn’t returned from the meeting he was talking about earlier. He told me it was urgent, so he called Keith to take care of me.He is doing a really great job; he served me meals, reminded me of my medicines, and even cleaned the whole house while I was lying in my bed the entire day.However, I’m feeling a little better.“It’s your turn, Emmy,” Keith says as he stares at his cards, rearranging them in his hands.We have been playing the card game on my bed for about two hours because I was getting bored. Lying all day and doing nothing.I glance at my cards and smile wide. “Gotcha!” I say, slapping my card on his. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t seem too impressed.“Nice move,” he murmurs, laying his cards on the white sheet. We both are sitting crossed legs on the bed.“But this game isn’t over yet,” he smirks.I laugh a little. Keith is much more laid back than I expected, and it’s been kind of nice to have him around to
As I stand in front of the club, the same one where that bastard laid his hands on Emily, I can feel the rage boiling inside me. My fists clench, and it takes everything in me not to storm in there and tear the place apart. I can’t get the image out of my head—Emily, scared and vulnerable, being attacked by some random jerk who thought he could hurt her. Just thinking about it makes my blood burn with anger.Emily needed someone that night. She needed me. And I wasn’t there for her.I lied to her this morning. I told her I had some work to finish up. She probably thought it was something business-related, maybe another deal or some paperwork. But this, right here, is the real work. I couldn’t let this go. No way. That guy has to pay for what he did, and not in some small way. He deserves the worst, and I’m going to make sure he gets it.It wasn’t easy getting Emily to admit the name of the club. She hesitated, probably worried that I’d go off the rails. And she’s right—I am. But I had
I wake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck. My head pounds, my throat is sore, and my entire body aches. As soon as I open my eyes, I can tell something is wrong. The room feels colder than usual, or maybe it’s just me. I reach up to touch my face, and my skin feels clammy and warm, but not in a good way. My nose is stuffy, and I can barely breathe through it. I try to swallow, but my throat is on fire.I sigh, knowing this isn’t just the aftermath of a rough night. I’m sick. Really sick.Slowly, I force myself to sit up in bed, wincing as a wave of dizziness hits me. I take a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself, but it doesn’t help much. The events of last night flash through my mind—being thrown into the pool, almost drowned by that guy, struggling to breathe. It was a nightmare, and now my body is paying the price for it.I shiver as I throw off the covers and drag myself out of bed. My legs feel weak, and I have to steady myself against the nightstand as I get to my fee
My head breaks the surface, and I gasp for air, trying to get my bearings. My vision is blurred as I swipe water from my eyes, hearing the sound of laughter echoing around me.“It’s not funny!” I yell, my voice hoarse from the cold water and the rising lump in my throat.But the laughter grows louder, more mocking. They think this is funny. Their faces are lit up with amusement, and my stomach twists with humiliation.I start to swim towards the edge when suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through my neck. I cry out as I’m yanked backward, plunging under the water again. Panic floods me as I kick my legs, trying to push myself back up, gasping for air when I finally break the surface.My heart races as I look to my right and see the guy who pulled me.Sebastian.His face is twisted in anger as his fingers move, seizing my throat with a force that sends waves of pain through me.“I just called you pretty,” he sneers, his grip tightening. “And wanted to ask you to hang out with me. But you h
I finish аrrаnging thе сounter, mаking sure everything is neаt аnd in plаce. Thе flowers аrе аll orgаnized, thе vаsеs аrе cleаn, аnd thе floor is sweрt. It’s аlreаdy 7 PM, аnd thе shoр is quiеt. Nоrmаlly, I’d bе hаppy tо finаlly closе uр fоr thе dаy аnd hеаd homе, but tоdаy fееls different. I feel… unsettled.I glаnсe аt my phоne, which sits оn thе сounter bеside thе register. Nо nоtificаtiоns, nо missed cаlls, nо tеxts. I bitе my liр, trying nоt tо let it bothеr mе, but I саn’t hеlр it. It’s bееn аll dаy, аnd I hаven’t hеаrd а wоrd from Zаck. Nоt а single mеssаge, nоt even а quick chеck-in. It’s nоt likе him. Нe’s usuаlly good аbоut keeping in tоuch, even if it’s just а short teхt.I tаke а dееp breаth, telling mysеlf nоt tо оverthink it. Нe’s probаbly just busy. Нe hаs а lot оn his plаte, аfter аll, аnd I саn’t еxpеct him tо bе аvаilаble every secоnd оf thе dаy.Anywаy, аs I grаb my рurse аnd shovе my stuff intо it, my phоne bеeps. A widе grin аppeаrs оn my fаce аs I quiсkly grаb it
I lean against my steel desk, my knuckles white as I grip the edge. My office is dimly lit, the only light coming from the city outside the tall windows. The cold steel of the desk is the only thing keeping me grounded as my fury burns through me like wildfire. In front of me, a row of my guards stands with their heads bowed, shame etched into their faces. None of them dare to look up, knowing the wrath they are about to face.“How?” I begin, my voice sharp and cutting. “How the hell did this all happen in your presence?!” my words slice through the air like a blade, and the guards flinch, but none of them respond.The silence is deafening. I push myself off the desk as I ask “Do you have any idea how important those documents are? How close we came to losing them?”The guards remain silent, their eyes fixed on the floor. I know they feel the weight of their failure, but it does little to quell the anger boiling inside me. I approach one of the guards and stand in front of him, my eye
I can’t stop thinking about him.The image of Zack is vivid in my mind. The way he looked at me during dinner, the way his eyes softened when they gazed at the stars together. That night plays over and over in my thoughts like a movie I can’t turn off. I remember the warmth of his hand in mine as he led me to the balcony, the view of the city spread out before us like a glittering tapestry.And that moment, when we almost kissed. That moment was shattered like a glass when his phone rang.But. Did I really want that kiss to happen?Like, we had been so close I still feel the ghost of his breath on my lips.The way my heart was throbbing against my chest when he leaned in, the way my body instinctively moved closer to his—those weren’t things I could easily dismiss. But another part of me, the more cautious part, questions everything.Zack isn’t just any man. He’s a mafia man, someone with a life steeped in danger and secrets. I know there’s so much more to him than what he’s shown me,
Emily takes a step away from me and turns her gaze toward the city. She doesn’t want to get too close right now, and I understand that. But, I still wonder if that thought drives her crazy too. Anyway as I watch her take in the view, I feel a deep sense of admiration. The way the soft light of the stars reflects in her eyes, the gentle smile on her lips as she gazes out at the city below—it’s a sight that stirs something within me. I have seen a lot of things in my life, but nothing quite like this, nothing quite like her. The way her blonde hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders, the way the yellow dress she’s wearing complements her glowing skin, and the way she seems completely at ease at this moment as if the worries of the world have melted away. She’s beautiful, yes, but it’s more than that. There’s a light in her, something pure and untainted, something that draws me in like nothing else ever has. I’ve stood here a thousand times and looked out at this city more times t
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