Alle Kapitel von In Love With The Most Dangerous Mafia Boss: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Night fell over Kings City slowly, like a dark cloth being pulled over a shiny stage. The same streets that were busy during the day changed into something else. Bright shop windows still shone on the main roads, and the sound of people laughing came from restaurants. Cars drove over and over on the wide streets, their lights making long lines of white and gold.But away from those busy streets, there were other places—quieter parts of the city where the light wasn't as strong.Dave Sun was walking on one of those quieter streets now.His steps were slower than they had been earlier, his shoulders tired from walking so much. The excitement that had carried him through Kings City hours ago had turned into something dull and heavy.He put his hands in his jacket pockets as a cool wind blew between the buildings.He had been walking for a long time.Long enough that the sounds of the busy parts of the city had slowly disappeared behind him.Long enough that his legs now hurt with every s

By morning, warm sunlight came softly through the big glass windows, making long lines of bright light across the large bedroom. The room was quiet, peaceful, and smelled a little like something clean and fancy—like new sheets with a light smell of lavender.Dave Sun moved under the thick blankets on the big bed.At first, he didn't open his eyes.His body felt very relaxed, held by a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. The bed under him was very soft, fitting his tired body perfectly, like it was made just for comfort.For a few moments, he stayed half-asleep, drifting easily between dreams and being awake.His mind held onto the nice warmth of the bed.Then, slowly, his eyes opened.Bright sunlight was there.Dave blinked a few times, looking a little bit through the bright light as he tried to see better. His eyes looked up at the ceiling, which was high and nicely decorated with simple but pretty designs.For a moment, he felt confused.This was not right.The last thing he reme

The hours dragged inside the sunlit prison.Dave spent most of the morning alternating between furious pacing — as much as the chain allowed — and staring out the tall windows at the glittering sprawl of Kings City below. The view was breathtaking: endless glass towers catching the light, distant traffic moving like rivers of metal, and the faint shimmer of the river that cut through the heart of the city. From up here, everything looked beautiful and unreachable.He tested the chain again and again. The cuff sat snug around his ankle, not tight enough to bruise but firm enough to remind him constantly of his captivity. The other end was bolted securely to the heavy wooden bed frame. Even with the slack Ryan had mentioned, Dave could reach the luxurious en-suite bathroom, the desk, and a small seating area near the windows, but nothing more. No door handle. No escape.By early afternoon, exhaustion and the heavy meal had caught up with him. He lay back on the enormous bed, staring at

Morning light filtered through the tall windows once more, casting long golden beams across the luxurious bedroom. Dave had barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, Ryan’s low voice echoed in his mind — the promises of silk chains, the feel of strong hands on his shoulders, the casual certainty that Dave would eventually surrender.He sat on the edge of the bed, the metal cuff still locked around his ankle, when the door unlocked with a soft click. Ryan entered first, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that made him look every inch the powerful CEO. Behind him came two men Dave had not seen before.One was tall and broad-shouldered with a scarred face and a no-nonsense expression. The other was sleeker, with sharp features and an easy smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.“Morning, little one,” Ryan said, his tone smooth and commanding. He held up the small silver key between his fingers. “As promised, the chain comes off for a few hours. You will walk the main wing of the mans

Dave’s heart hammered against his ribs as he lay back on the massive bed, the soft sheets cool beneath his bare skin. He had stripped down to his black boxer briefs as ordered, the silver pendant resting cold and heavy against his chest. The silk rope lay coiled beside him like a promise — or a threat. Ryan stood at the foot of the bed, tall and commanding in the dim lamplight, his dark eyes tracing every inch of Dave’s exposed body with slow, deliberate hunger.“Hands above your head,” Ryan said, his voice low and velvet-rough, leaving no room for argument.Dave hesitated, his stubborn pride flaring even as arousal and fear twisted together in his stomach.This was happening. Really happening. He slowly raised his arms, wrists crossing above his head against the padded headboard. The movement made his slim frame stretch out, vulnerable and on display.Ryan picked up the black silk rope, testing its softness between his fingers. “Good boy,” he murmured, the praise sending an unwelcome