Se connecterBy day, Don Pope is the untouchable king of Cross City’s financial empire. By night, he is something far darker—an infamous mafia don whose enemies vanish before dawn. Ethan Cole never intended to cross paths with a monster like him. One quiet night drive across the city turns into a nightmare when Ethan is kidnapped by masked men and thrown into an underground cage beneath the most luxurious mansion in Cross City—Don Pope’s estate. When the Don himself descends to inspect the prisoners his men captured, something unexpected happens. The moment Don Pope looks into Ethan’s eyes, he stops walking. He was supposed to pass the cage. Instead, he orders the others released… except for Ethan. What begins as cruel possession soon spirals into something neither of them expected. Don becomes obsessed with the fiery captive who refuses to bow to him. Ethan swears he would rather die than submit to the ruthless mafia lord. But obsession is a dangerous thing. What starts with violence slowly becomes dependence. Hatred becomes something far more complicated. And in a city built on betrayal, blood, and power, the line between captor and lover begins to blur. As war erupts between rival mafia families and secrets about Ethan’s past begin to surface, Don Pope must choose between his empire and the one man who refuses to belong to him. Because some loves are not meant to exist, but some destinies are written in the blood.
Voir plusMorning came slowly.Gray light filtered through the tall windows of the medical wing, washing the room in pale silence.Ethan had not moved.He remained seated beside Don’s bed, one hand still wrapped around his, his head resting against the edge of the mattress. Sometime during the night, exhaustion had pulled him into a shallow, restless sleep.He woke to movement.A slight pressure against his fingers.His eyes snapped open.For a moment, disoriented, he simply stared.Then he felt it again.A weak squeeze.Ethan’s breath caught.His gaze shot upward.Don’s eyes were open.Still heavy with exhaustion.Still dulled by pain.But unmistakably open.Relief hit Ethan so suddenly and violently that his vision blurred.“You’re awake.”His voice came out rough, barely above a whisper.Don looked at him quietly.There was no confusion in his gaze.Only recognition.And something softer Ethan couldn’t immediately name.For several seconds neither of them spoke.Then Don’s lips moved.“You s
Don Pope did not look back.The heavy doors at the end of the hall shut behind him with a finality that echoed through the mansion like a gunshot.Ethan stood motionless.The anger that had fueled him moments earlier was already cooling, leaving behind something colder and harder to ignore.Regret.The guards said nothing.Neither did Victor, who had appeared silently at the far end of the corridor. His expression was unreadable, but there was something sharp in his eyes when he looked at Ethan.Disappointment.“You should go back to your room,” Victor said.Ethan swallowed.“What happened?”Victor’s jaw tightened.“Rafael’s eastern warehouses were attacked.”The words hit him like ice water.“How bad?”“Bad enough.”Victor’s gaze lingered on him for a long moment.Then, quietly—“The Don hasn’t been sleeping because he’s been dismantling threats before they reached this house.”Ethan said nothing.Victor’s voice hardened.“Everything he’s done has been to keep you alive.”And with th
Rain battered the mansion windows.Cross City disappeared behind sheets of silver.Inside, tension coiled through every corridor.Don had doubled security.No one entered or left without authorization.The mansion had become a fortress.And Ethan had become its center.He stood in the library, staring at an old photograph Don had left on the desk.Three men stood together.One was unmistakably younger Don Pope.Another was a stern-faced stranger.And the third—Ethan’s breath caught.His father.There was no denying it.The same sharp features.The same eyes Ethan saw every morning in the mirror.The proof was undeniable.Footsteps sounded behind him.He turned.Don.“You believe me now.”It wasn’t a question.Ethan swallowed hard.“Yes.”Don approached slowly.“There’s more.”Ethan’s stomach tightened.“What?”Don’s expression was grim.“Your father uncovered evidence of betrayal before he died.”“Evidence against who?”“That’s what we’re trying to find.”Ethan frowned.“We?”Don sto
The scream echoed through the mansion.Ethan jerked upright in bed, heart hammering.It was distant.Muffled.But unmistakably human.He moved to the door, pressing his ear against it.Voices.Fast footsteps.Then silence.Something was happening.And no one was telling him anything.His frustration boiled over.He grabbed the heavy ceramic lamp from the bedside table and slammed it against the door handle.Once.Twice.On the third strike, metal bent enough for the latch to loosen.The door swung open.Freedom.Adrenaline surged through him.He slipped into the hallway.The mansion was darker now, most lights dimmed.He moved carefully, keeping close to the walls.Voices drifted upward from below.He followed.At the end of a narrow corridor, he found a staircase descending into the lower levels.The air grew colder with every step.Then he heard Don’s voice.Low.Controlled.Deadly.Ethan stopped just before the bottom step.Through the partially open doorway, he could see everythin
The storm did not end that night.It lingered into the next day, quieter but persistent. Rain tapped steadily against the glass, like something refusing to be ignored.Ethan hadn’t slept.Not really.Every time he closed his eyes, he felt it again—that weight in the room. That silence. The way Don
Days turned into a confusing mix for Ethan Cole. He stopped counting them because the city outside the mansion windows was always buzzing and the rooms he was in were really quiet and felt suffocating. Even though he was not locked up it felt like he was trapped. The guards outside his door made su
The mansion swallowed him the moment he stepped inside. It was like moving from one world to another. The underground prison was cold, damp, and suffocating. The upper floors were different. They were shiny, luxurious, and precise. Every detail screamed control. The polished marble floors looked li
Pain came before he was awake.It started as an ache behind his eyes like someone had put a tight band around his head and was slowly tightening it. The pressure got worse spreading to his temples and down his neck.A groan slipped out before he even knew he was making the sound.Ethan's body felt












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