LOGINI am a therapist, and I have one major rule: keep my work strictly professional and never get involved with clients. After a game of dare with my friends, It was decided that I had to loose my virginity with whoever caught my attention. In the process, I ended up sleeping with a very handsome stranger who screamed danger but I couldn't back out. As soon as morning came, I panicked and left before he woke up, promising myself that was the last time. Weeks later, he walks right into my office. My heart drops. But he wasn't here to chase me, he came because his son. I expected him to bring up what happened between the two of us that night, but he looks me dead in the eye and acts like we were total strangers. Is it a game, or does he truly not remember me? When he introduces himself, I realized he is the ruthless man feared by everyone. He gives me a condition to follow. His tone cold and commanding like I had no say. Working in the same space as him forced us into close quarters, reawakening the dangerous feelings I tried so hard to bury. But beneath his terrifying reputation, I started to see a side of him no one else gets to see: a fiercely protective father. Soon, my professional boundaries begin to crumble. And that's when I realize the most dangerous secret of all: it wasn't just his son who needed my help. He did, too.
View More[Roman's POV] The place was dark, cold, and unpleasant enough to make most people turn around the moment they stepped inside. But whoever was brought down here never came out alive. I stepped inside a cell located deep within the sub-basement dungeon and spotted our prisoner. He was secured to a wooden chair in the middle of the room, his clothes filthy and his entire head covered with a thick nylon bag. He shifted when he heard my footsteps echoing off the damp concrete walls. Apparently, there had been a security breach earlier this morning during my absence. Cowards, always sneaking in from behind. I'd say he wasn't lucky, but the rest were. What do I mean? The others were killed on sight. He was kept alive for questioning. Unlucky man. I smiled, if one could call the grim curve of my lips a smile. “Hi.” Nothing. Not even a response. People could be incredibly rude. I gave the guards an eye signal to remove the bag and the metal gag covering his mouth. The moment the nylon wa
[Roman's POV]The place was dark, cold, and unpleasant enough to make most people turn around the moment they stepped inside. But whoever was brought down here never came out alive.I stepped inside a cell located deep within the sub-basement dungeon and spotted our prisoner. He was secured to a wooden chair in the middle of the room, his clothes filthy and his entire head covered with a thick nylon bag. He shifted when he heard my footsteps echoing off the damp concrete walls.Apparently, there had been a security breach earlier this morning during my absence. Cowards, always sneaking in from behind. I'd say he wasn't lucky, but the rest were. What do I mean? The others were killed on sight. He was kept alive for questioning. Unlucky man.I smiled, if one could call the grim curve of my lips a smile.“Hi.” Nothing. Not even a response. People could be incredibly rude.I gave the guards an eye signal to remove the bag and the metal gag covering his mouth. The moment the nylon was pull
[Roman's POV] When we finally pulled up to the estate, the guards scrambled to open the car door as I stepped out. Most of them trailed behind me as I walked toward the house, if one could even call it that. Immediately after I entered inside, all movement halted as the servants and security detail rushed together and bowed their heads. It was more like everyone stopped breathing. If a pin fell, it’d be heard in the oppressive silence of the foyer. "Where's my son?" I asked, directing the question cold and low to those present. No one answered. The sheer terror radiating off them was in full display, but fear didn't equal results. "The boss is asking a question," Malcolm snapped beside me. I raised my hand to stop him. I had an inkling of where exactly Ronn might be, but I just felt like doing this. They were all just a bunch of incompetent fools. I paid them exorbitant amounts of money to secure my household, yet my traumatized five-year-old son managed to vanish under their nose
[Vanessa's POV] Slowly, I began to regain consciousness. I had to admit, it was probably the best sleep I'd had in my life. My body felt surprisingly relaxed, but something about the way I was lying felt strange. I couldn't feel my lower body properly, and when I tried to shift my weight, my arms refused to cooperate. I raised my right hand to rub my eyes, but it was useless. My arm wouldn't move. I pulled against the heavy weight holding me down. I froze. I quickly opened my eyes. A bright light hit my vision instantly. “Ah!” I gasped, shutting my eyes tight and blinking a few times to clear the blurriness. My eyebrows furrowed. Where am I? This isn't home. In a terrifying wave, the memories of last night came flooding back to me: the dark road, the truck blocking our path, the driver collapsing, the masked man, and the icy burn of a syringe sliding into my neck. I gasped out. I had been kidnapped. I tried to sit up, but I still couldn't feel my body and onto of that
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