ログイン*Nia's POV* The woman stepped closer, the sharp click of her heels echoing across the training ground. Raymond didn't move. He just stared at her. A strange tension settled over the air as I glanced between them."Uhm... Raymond?" I asked carefully. He finally sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "What are you doing here, Valentina?"The woman smiled slowly. "Well..." she drawled, "that's not exactly how you greet a fellow colleague." Her dark eyes shifted toward me, a calculating look appearing in them. "A certain source of mine told me about your new toy."My entire body stiffened. Toy? Did she just call me a toy? I frowned immediately, my fingers curling into fists. Before I could say anything, Raymond's expression darkened. "Watch your mouth.”The warning in his voice was sharp enough to cut glass. Valentina only smiled wider. She looked completely unfazed by him. "I want to talk to you." She paused deliberately. "Privately." Her gaze flickered toward me again.I suddenly felt
Nia's POV When I woke up, sunlight was already streaming through the curtains. For a moment, I simply lay there, staring at the ceiling. Then I felt the strong arm draped over my waist. I shifted slightly and looked beside me. Raymond was still asleep. It was strange seeing him this calm and relaxed, not the feared mafia boss everyone knew. My gaze drifted to the scar running along his shoulder. His body carried the marks of a dangerous life. I wondered just how many stories were hidden behind them. As if sensing my stare, his eyes slowly opened. A small smirk appeared on his face. "Enjoying the view, little bunny?" Heat rushed to my cheeks. "No," I said, rolling my eyes. He chuckled, "What are you thinking about?" My playful embarrassment faded, and my expression grew serious. I swallowed hard, then looked directly at him. "Teach me how to use a gun." Raymond blinked. For a second, he simply stared at me; then he laughed. The sound caught me completely off guard. "What?
Raymond’s POV The ride back to her apartment was quiet. I kept my hand wrapped around hers the entire way, my thumb tracing slow circles over her knuckles. After everything she’d endured tonight, I needed the contact just as much as she did.When I pulled up in front of her building, she turned to me before I could even shift into the park. “Stay with me tonight.” Her voice was soft but insistent. I met her eyes, surprise flickering through me.“Nia…”“Please.” She squeezed my hand tighter, her fingers still trembling slightly. “I don’t want to be alone. Not after tonight. Just… stay.”I studied her for a long moment, clenching my jaw. Looking at her exhausted, vulnerable expression, I couldn’t refuse. “Alright,” I sighed. “I’ll stay.”Relief washed over her face. We walked inside together, my arm wrapped protectively around her waist. The moment the door closed behind us, she kicked off her shoes and pulled me straight toward the bedroom.I watched from the doorway as she chang
After we were done, my legs were still throbbing, weak from riding him so desperately in the car. Raymond drove me home in heavy, satisfied silence, one hand resting possessively on my thigh the entire way. When he pulled up in front of my apartment building, he leaned over and kissed me deeply one last time.“Text me,” he murmured against my lips before I stepped out.I nodded, still flushed, and watched his taillights disappear down the street before turning toward my door. The moment I pushed it open, a strong hand clamped a handkerchief over my nose and mouth from behind. The sharp, chemical scent burned my lungs. I struggled wildly, clawing at the arm around my waist, kicking back, but my vision blurred fast. My body grew heavy. Then everything went black.When I woke up, my head was pounding. Rough ropes bit into my wrists and ankles, tying me tightly to a wooden chair in a dimly lit, damp room. I yanked against the bindings, panic surging through me as the memories rushed bac
I looked at myself in the mirror, smoothing down the soft pink short dress. After last night’s chaos, I didn’t have the strength to squeeze into anything tight. This flowy dress felt light and safe. I think I’m good.My phone rang. It was Raymond. I picked it up immediately.“Good morning, little bunny,” his deep voice rumbled through the speaker. “Are you ready?” A small giggle escaped my lips before I could stop it. “Yes, I’m done.”He chuckled, low and warm. “Alright then. I’m outside waiting for you.”“Okay, I’ll be out soon.” I ended the call, grabbed my purse, and headed for the door, my heart already racing. Raymond leaned against his sleek black car, casually playing with his keys. He looked different today, polished.A crisp white top hugged his broad chest and shoulders, tucked into black trousers that accentuated his powerful build. No unbuttoned shirt teasing his tattoo this time, just clean, expensive confidence.His gaze lifted and locked onto me. A small smile curved hi
Raymond's POV The moment I stepped into the house, the heavy oak door slamming shut behind me, the weight of the night’s events settled deep in my bones.I walked straight to the living room and dropped onto the large leather couch, my body still buzzing with residual rage.The image of Nia on that cold marble floor, humiliated, assaulted, broken, kept flashing through my mind like a relentless nightmare. Those bastards had dared to touch what was mine.I snapped my fingers sharply. A maid appeared almost instantly, rushing toward me with a silver tray. On it was a lit cigarette and a glass of my favorite aged whiskey.She kept her eyes down, knowing better than to speak. I took both items from her without a word, placing the gun I had used earlier on the center table in front of me with a heavy thud.I crossed my legs, leaning back against the couch as I brought the cigarette to my lips and took a long, slow drag. The smoke curled upward, filling the air around me.I was still angry







