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.
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“Mom..No mom!! You can’t leave me..please.” My voice broke, jagged with pain as I watched the two men lowered the casket into the ground slowly. The rain slammed against the earth vigorously like it was grieving too. My tears would seize. “No! No! Please, please just let me see her!” I choked over my words, my heart aching from the entire sight. “What is wrong with you all?” I shouted, turning to face all of them, all dressed in black, quietly standing under their umbrellas. No one cried or showed even an ounce of sympathy. None of them cared. Then my gaze landed on my father who stood quiet at the edge. His expression completely straight and indifferent. “Are you that heartless? You wouldn’t even let me see her! What kind of a person are you?” I rushed toward him but before I could reach him two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me back, “Let go of me! Let me go now!” I thrashed violently, but they wouldn’t bulge. I turned my head to see who dared hold me and it was Jace. The son of Mr. Malden, Dad’s right-hand man. Of course it was him. Always by my father’s side since I could remember. I looked at him and his eyes met mine and for the first time ever, they weren’t hard. Almost sorry. Still, it didn’t calm me. He held me there, grounded in my pain. My father looked past and without a flicker of emotion, he finally spoke. “Take her to the car. And make sure she gets home safely.” Jace gave a curt nod, arms wrapped tighter around me as I tried to scream again, but this time the sound choked in my throat. My lungs felt too heavy and numb. What kind of father did that to his own child? If love ever lived in his chest, it must’ve died with her. The way he stood silent, stiff, and cold and I realized I’d never really known him Jace led me away from the gravesite and toward the black SUV parked out front. He opened the door gently, helped me in, closed it behind me and slid into the driver’s seat. I sat there, soaked and shaking, as tears slid silently down my cheeks. My breath came out in shallow whimpers. I hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye. She was the only thing I had and just like that she was ripped out of my life. “I know I can’t understand your pain.” Came a husky voice, “but I believe no one should ever have to go through something like this.” But you don’t get it,” I muttered. “She was everything. The only reason I could survive this place. And now she’s gone. Just gone.” My voice cracked again. I looked up to find Jace glancing at me through the rearview mirror. The moment our eyes met, he looked away and started the engine. I couldn’t comprehend it. This man had never spoken to me on anything outside duty and orders or showed even a bit of concern in my direction. And now? I wasn’t even sure whether those were condolences or not. When the car finally stopped, we’d reached our estate. The moment I stepped out, I saw Valerie. My childhood best friend. She rushed for me, wrapping me into a hug I needed so badly. “Are you okay, Kamy?” She headed for my room and I could feel Jace following behind us. Valarie turned. “Are you her bodyguard now or what?” She spat. Had Valerie been anyone else, I was sure Jace wouldn’t have hesitated to put a bullet through her skull for that tone. Instead, his attention fell on me. Your father wants you packed and ready for your new school transfer by tomorrow.” Before I could speak, Valerie scoffed. “You can’t be serious about that!” She pulled me tighter into her side. “New school? Her mom just died.” “I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered, but the words didn’t even sound convincing to me. I was powerless and weak. Valeria opened her mouth again, ready to fire another shot at Jace, but the sound of a car parking in the compound cut her off. A moment later, my father walked through the front door and his gaze landed on Valerie. We all knew that gaze too well. He wanted to have a “family discussion.” “I’ll check in on you later, Kam.” She gave my arm one last squeeze and walked past my father without another word. He only turned to Jace. “Did she fight?” Jace gave a single nod. “Not much after we left the cemetery.” “And the school?” Before Jace could respond I cut him off. “What the hell is all this? Since when did Jace become my personal bodyguard?” My father finally looked at me for the first time all day. “I’m transferring you to a new school in New Coast first thing tomorrow morning, Kamara. It’s for your own good.” I blinked. “For my own good?” I repeated, stunned. “That’s so far from home? How exactly is ripping me away from everything I know ‘for my own good’? Why are you transferring me? What are you hiding from me, Dad?” He didn’t answer neither did his expression soften. “Are you that cruel?” I whispered. “Mom just died. And your solution is to ship me off just like that? That’s low, even for you.” “Enough of this childishness, Kamara!” he snapped suddenly. Every nerve in my body went stiff. He had never raised his voice at me. Not once in my entire life. “I’ve made up my mind,” he continued. “You leave first thing tomorrow morning. Jace will accompany you.” I stood there, stunned. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. “Mom just died, Dad…” I whispered, my voice breaking and my legs shivering, barely holding me up. “And you’re sending me off… just like that?” My father’s eyes didn’t waver. He looked away from me and then to Jace who had witnessed the whole thing unfold. “I want her on her way by six. Make sure she’s safe.” The latter nodded in response and without another glance to me, he turned away. “I hate you,” I said, my voice trembling with everything I had left. “Mom just died and the next thought you have is to get rid of me.” My throat burned. “I wish it was you instead. My knees nearly gave way. For a split second, I wondered if I’d gone too far, but the emptiness in his stare told me I hadn’t gone far enough. The silence that followed was deafening. Even Jace shifted beside me, but my father? He didn’t turn, just simply turned the other way and left.KAMARAI made it back to the estate before the first light of dawn broke over the horizon. Clambering back up the trellis was harder than the descent, my muscles were screaming, and my mind was a chaotic storm of Oscar’s half-truths, but I slipped through my balcony doors unnoticed.The morning passed in a blur of anxiety. By the time afternoon arrived, the walls of my room felt like they were shrinking. I couldn't wait any longer. When Silas finally came to check on me, I didn't give him the chance to start his usual routine of silent observation."I need to see Julian," I said, catching him at the door. "And you aren't going to tell my father about it."Silas stiffened, his hand dropping from the doorframe. "Your father’s instructions were clear, Kamara. You are to remain in the wing until the formal introduction next week. Security is at maximum.""If I’m going to marry the man in less than two weeks, I deserve to know what I am walking into. The least you can do is let me know wh
KAMARAI sat down at my vanity and slowly unfolded the paper Oscar had given me. My fingers were trembling, but my mind was clearer than it had been in years. The address was a location in the old warehouse district, Sector 4. It was a place where the city’s elite never ventured.If I stayed here, I was a victim. And I was letting my father win.I looked at the clock. 1:00 AM. Silas would be stationed at the end of the hall, and the perimeter guards would be doing their rounds. I wasn't an operative like Jace, and I wasn't a ghost like Oscar, but I had grown up in this cage. I knew every corner like my own palm.I moved to my closet and stripped off the blue silk dress. I pulled on a pair of dark jeans, a black hoodie, and the most sensible boots I owned. I tucked the paper into my waistband and grabbed a small flashlight I’d swiped from the kitchen weeks ago, and a photograph of my mother I kept hidden under my mattress.I walked to the balcony. The drop was nearly twenty feet, but a
KamaraI pushed the door open and stepped into the room, the scent of expensive tobacco and old paper hitting me like a wall.My father was hunched over his desk, his gold fountain pen scratching against a ledger. He didn't look up immediately. I stood there, my hands balled into fists at my sides, watching the rhythmic movement of his hand. Seconds stretched into what felt like hours. The silence was thick, heavy with the weight of everything we never said."How was your date with Julian?" he asked finally, his voice flat, never breaking the stride of his pen."It was fine," I said, my voice sounding hollow in the vast room."Good." He finally capped the pen and leaned back, his grey eyes settling on me with a clinical coldness. "The formal introduction should happen sometime next week. We’ll go ahead with the plans immediately after. The merger depends on the speed of this union, Kamara. Don't forget that."He spoke about my marriage—my life—as if he were discussing a shipping manif
ELIJAHThe searing heat from Jace’s leg hadn’t even cooled before my mind began to fracture. The smell of the acid was like a time machine. It didn’t just burn my nostrils; it burned through the years, tearing me out of this basement and dropping me straight into the dirt.I closed my eyes, but I didn't see the dark. I saw fire.17 years ago.When I finally opened my eyes, the world was a battleground. Everything was orange and grey. Small fires licked at the edges of the farmhouse we had been staying in, and smoke was thick enough to taste. I looked around, desperate, but nobody was to be found."Jace!" I screamed, my twelve-year-old voice breaking. "Jace! Where are you?"I scrambled through the debris, my hands scraping against the scorched earth. The only sound was the roar of the fire and the distant, cold pops of more gunshots. Panic clawed at my throat. The last thing I remembered was my parents coming here to negotiate. My father had been working for a strange man most of his
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 m
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 soften
Kamara pov.At first it started off like a blurry haze, but the moment his hands snaked their way around my waist in that solid, unyielding grip, I knew I’d crossed a line.One I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop.The first press of his mouth against mine was firm, like he’d already made a decision and
Kamara’s POVIt was well past three in the afternoon and still no sign of him.Was he deliberately avoiding me… or was I reading into things the way I always did?I shoved the thought aside, focusing instead on the cup of ice cream in my hands, the once solid, now a sad, melted swirl I kept stirrin
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