LOGINAfter her mother’s mysterious death, Kamara Mann is shipped across the country and forced into a new life she never chose. Assigned to her is Jace Malden: her father’s cold, deadly and most dangerous enforcer. He’s supposed to protect her, not want her. But living next door, watching her every move, his control starts to crack, breaking his own rules, especially the one that says she’s off-limits. Then there’s Brian Mathis—smooth, charming, and nothing like the world she comes from. He’s everything Jace isn’t, and definitely doesn’t treat her like a fragile mafia princess. Everything safe and desired. But safety is an illusion and desire is dangerous. Now Kamara’s caught between two dangerous choices: the boy who made her feel wanted… and the bodyguard who makes her burn.
View MoreBrian’s POVThe door shut behind him..I stayed there for a second longer before I straightened..I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked at the red staining my skin.I adjusted my jacket, rolling my shoulders back like nothing had happened. Like I wasn’t still tasting iron at the back of my throat.The warehouse parking lot was nearly empty now. The men were gone. The cars had cleared out.This place didn’t exist on any official map. It was one of my father’s old meeting spots. Abandoned.Except it never really was.I walked toward my car, keys spinning around my finger.Halfway there a sound from behind caught my attention. I stopped for a moment but didn’t turn.If someone wanted to follow me, they could try harder.I reached my car, opened the door but right before stepping in, I caught my reflection in the window.I looked beat up., split lips and bruised jaw.I wiped at the blood on my lip again.Another sound burst from behind me but before I could react, my body s
Brian’s POVI could taste blood.It coated my tongue every time I tried to breathe.I coughed, and it burned.The room smelled like sweat and old smoke. Concrete beneath my knees. My vision swam for a second before I forced it to focus.Two pairs of boots stood in front of me.And beyond them stood my father.A few feet away, hands clasped behind his back like this was nothing more than a business meeting. Like I wasn’t kneeling on the ground in front of him.“You had one job,” he said calmly.The calm was worse than shouting.“One job. And you couldn’t even do that right.”One of the men grabbed my arm and hauled me up roughly. My ribs screamed in protest. I barely kept my footing.My father stepped closer.His eyes scanned my face not with concern but assessment.“Are you even my son?” he asked flatly.I let out a weak laugh, tasting more blood.“I don’t even know if you’re my father,” I shot back hoarsely. “Because I’m pretty sure a father doesn’t do this to his own son.”The grip
Jace’s POV“Won’t you invite me in?” Oscar finally broke the silence that had been lingering for more than half a minute..I tore my gaze away from the man and locked straight onto Oscar’s gray eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded. “And how did you find this place?”His smirk softened but wasn’t gone. Just reshaped into something mockingly sympathetic, like a fake sad face.“That’s no way to address the man who just reunited you with your long-dead brother,” he said lightly. “C’mon. Invite us in, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”My jaw tightened with every second that passed.I glanced back at the man. He didn’t look excited. Didn’t look angry either. If anything, his eyes were dull—like this conversation was already exhausting him.“C’mon,” Oscar urged again. “Let us in.”I hesitated.Every instinct I had told me this was a bad idea. That once they crossed the threshold, whatever this was would stop being a doorstep problem and turn into something much
Kamara’s POVThe staycation ended the way all escapes did and I didn’t realize how much I needed it until I stepped into my apartment. Reality. It hit hard.A slow, unavoidable return to reality.Morning light filtered through my curtains as I finished buttoning my fit, a simple top matched with my top.My break was over. I took one last look around my room, suddenly aware of how temporary peace always was, then grabbed my bag. I was halfway to the door when the knock came.I paused.I swallowed ready to face Jace but the moment I saw the person there my face instantly flipped into a frown.“Valerie?”For a second, my brain refused to catch up. Her posture was stiff, shoulders squared like she was bracing herself. She wore a neutral expression that didn’t quite reach her eyes, and in her hands was a small box, neatly wrapped“Oh,” she said. “You’re… dressed already.”I didn’t respond.“I thought it wouldn’t be nice if I didn’t stop by,” she continued, shifting her weight. “I actual
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