She saved his life, but now she's the one who needs rescue from him. He's a monster, a psychopath, a master manipulator, and a Mafia kingpin, consumed by his obsession with her. He stalks her, wants her—but he's bad for her. Sofia, a broken soul running from her past, finds herself trapped with Zarek Vaughn, a cold and ruthless Mafia boss. Desperate to survive, she strikes a dangerous deal, knowing there’s no way out. But as their worlds collide, She begins to crave the way he breaks her defenses, the way he claims her body, and the way his possessiveness becomes her shield. And when Zarek discovers that this delicate, damaged woman is the one crack in his unbreakable armor, he’s faced with a terrifying truth—she’s his weakness, and he’ll burn the world to keep her. This is a tale of passion, power, and a love so twisted blurring the line between destruction and salvation.
View MoreThe impact knocked the air from my lungs. My hands clawed at his chest, pushing, fighting, but it was like shoving a wall of stone.“Let me go!”“You made me chase you.” His voice was low. Deadly calm. “You fucking jumped. You think you can escape me, Sofia? You think I won’t burn down the world to find you?”His hand gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My lip was bleeding. His gaze dropped to it. He swiped his thumb roughly over the blood—then shoved it between his lips.He tasted me.I whimpered, shaking violently. “You’re a monster.”“I told you that already,” he said, eyes dark as midnight. “But you didn’t listen.”His other hand wrapped around my throat—not choking, but a brutal reminder of how easily he could.“You jumped,” he growled again, pushing his forehead against mine. His breath was ragged, wild, his whole body vibrating with anger. “What if you broke your neck, huh? What if you fucking died?”“Wouldn’t that be better than this?”His jaw clenched. His eyes flashed with
PRESENT TIME "Deal with that ache, Princess, It only gets worse from here." then he walked away, leaving me standing- breathless.(Go back to the prologue before you proceed with this chapter, if you don't understand)*****My body was still frozen with shock as I laid on the bed, my breath came in shaky gasps, and my fingers trembled as I pressed them to my throat. His touch still burned there—like an invisible brand.He had no reason to lie, right? I asked myself.I didn't want to believe that my brother was dead.Tears blurred my vision, spilling silently down my cheeks. Please let it be a lie, I whispered into the emptiness.I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip the walls down. I wanted to hear his voice again, even just once. Just to know I wasn’t alone in this nightmare.I miss my mom.I want her hug—the way she would kiss my forehead and whisper, everything's okay, baby. I want her laughter. I want to smell her perfume on my clothes, and hear her call my name. I want to be held.
Blood dripped steadily from his hand, forming a crimson pool beneath the chair. His breath came in shallow, rattling wheezes now, a mix of pain and exhaustion pulling him in and out of consciousness.I wasn’t done.I wiped the sweat from my brow and set the pliers down, replacing them with the blowtorch. The hiss of ignition filled the basement like a warning from hell itself. I didn’t even have to use it yet, just the sound made him sob harder, his broken voice cracking through the walls.“You’ve told me nothing useful,” I said, "Only cries and excuses. And I’m done listening.”He shook his head rapidly, blood flying from his mouth. “Wait… wait… I’ll talk. Please… don’t....don’t kill me-”I stepped in closer, the blue flame licking the air inches from his thigh. “You’re already dead. You just haven’t stopped breathing yet...brother.”“Please!” he whimpered. “I didn’t want to betray you, they....they threatened her. Malia. They said they’d kill her if I didn’t—”“Then you should’ve co
Damian's Pov I slammed the door shut behind me, the sound echoing in the empty hallway, a dull thud against the chaos in my chest.Her eyes.I couldn’t stop seeing them—those wide, defiant eyes that dared to meet mine. Most people cower. They look down. But not her.I gripped the banister, my knuckles turning white. My body was still thrumming with the tension from what just happened. The way her body trembled beneath mine, the frantic beat of her pulse against my fingers as I held her down, the sick thrill of seeing her struggle.But more than that.More than the way she’d fought me, the way her fear and fury collided, was the fact that she had made me feel something. For the first time in a long time, something not born of rage, something not tied to revenge.Desire.Fuck.I had no business wanting her. No right. She was the daughter of the man who had ruined my life. The one who’d destroyed everything I held dear. The one who had caused my family’s downfall.I had promised myself
Sofia's povMy head pounded as I opened my eyes, trying to clear out my blurry vision.And when I did, the first thing I noticed was a tall man standing by the bed, arms crossed, shoulders tense. He looked like he was carved from stone-sharp jaw, stormy eyes, and a darkness clinging to him like a second skin. Cold. Dangerous.Then it all came back.The fire. Last night. Mom, Tyler.Panic set in, and immediately I shoved the blanket off my body and bolted up, my legs moving before my brain could catch up."I need to go. I need to find them!" My voice cracked as I stumbled out of bed.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”Came a low growl from the man that had been watching me but I ignored him as my feet hit the ground.I didn’t make it two steps before a large hand clamped down on my shoulder, shoving me back with brute force.I yelped as I crashed onto the bed again, my breath catching.“Let me go!” I screamed, trying to scramble back up.This time, his hand hit harder, his palm
Pity. Sadness. The primal needs to protect and claim.Fifteen years had passed since I last felt those emotions. Then, two months ago, I saw her. And suddenly, the walls I had spent years constructing—layer upon layer of cold, hardened indifference began to crack.I had trained myself to feel nothing except anger and the relentless hunger for revenge. It had earned me my title. A monster. A devil. A ruthless bastard. And I wore it like a second skin.I relished the fear in their eyes when they heard my name. I took pleasure in the way their bodies trembled at my presence, the way their screams echoed when I drove my knife into their hearts, serving my own brand of judgment before they met the real devil.I lived for their suffering. Their pleas for mercy were music to my ears. The only thing that kept my blood pumping.But her?I couldn't stand to see her hurt. And that terrified me.Why? Why the fuck was she different? Why did she haunt my thoughts, invading every dark corner of my m
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