One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss
she whispered as she reached Lincoln, her voice trembling.
Lincoln knelt and pulled her into his arms, clutching her tightly. His entire demeanor shifted—he wasn’t the menacing Mafia Don anymore. He was just a father, desperate to hold onto what mattered most.
“Untie them,” Lincoln said, his voice low and broken as he glared at us over Madi’s shoulder.
One of the goons moved quickly, cutting the ropes binding Derrick and me. I stood, shaking off the lingering ache in my wrists, my eyes still locked on Lincoln. Derrick rubbed his hands, muttering a curse under his breath.