CAGED WITH THE DON 2

Three days. That’s how long I’d been in Cas’s loft above the ring.He didn’t lock the door. He didn’t have to. He’d shown me the feed from the security cameras on the first night—the men who lingered outside the building, smoking, watching. He’d pointed to one of them, a thick-necked man with a tattoo crawling up his throat.“That one already knows you were here. If you walk out, he’ll follow you. And he won’t be as polite as I am.”So I stayed. And I started to learn the strange rhythms of this place. Cas rose before dawn. He trained alone in a cleared space near the windows, his body moving through brutal sequences with a discipline that bordered on meditation—fists, elbows, knees. Every strike was precise. Controlled. I’d sit on the bed with my knees drawn up and watch him, telling myself it was observation. Research. That I was cataloguing details for the story I’d even

CAGED WITH THE DON 3

A week in, and I’d stopped pretending I wanted to leave.That was the part I couldn’t reconcile—the fact that somewhere between the second and seventh day, the fear had dissolved and something else had bloomed in its place. Something warm and terrifying that had nothing to do with captivity and everything to do with the man who’d been peeling back his own armour, layer by quiet layer, every night he came upstairs from the ring.He told me things in the dark. That was when it happened—after, when our bodies were still intertwined and the noise from below had faded to a low hum. His voice would go soft, almost fragile, and the words would come out like he’d been holding them for years.He’d been eighteen when he was pulled into the ring. A kid from a neighbourhood that ate its young. He’d fought because it was the only currency he had—his body, his willingness to bleed. The man who ran the operation, a ghost na

CAGED WITH THE DON 4

He let me go on a Tuesday.It was anticlimactic, the way freedom arrived. No dramatic standoff. No last-minute rescue. Just Cas standing by the door of the loft at dawn, holding a burner phone and a set of car keys that weren’t his.“Osei’s out of the country for the week,” he said. “His men will pull back. You have a window.”I stood in the middle of the room I’d lived in for twelve days, wearing his shirt and holding a bag of my things that he’d packed while I slept, and I felt something crack down the centre of my chest.“What about you?”“I’ll be fine.”“That’s not what I asked.”He looked at me, and for a moment, the mask slipped entirely. I saw the boy who’d been pulled into this world at eighteen. The man who’d been trying to claw his way out of it ever since. The person who’d held me in the dark and whispered thing

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