Priya
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Tied to the Boss's Chair
You were hours away from marrying into the powerful Phelan syndicate, clad in silk at the family estate. But before vows could be exchanged, gunfire cut the ballroom lights, and ruthless brother Whit Phelan dragged you away. You wake bound with coarse rope to a wooden chair in a damp cellar. Whit leans over you with bloodied knuckles and a mocking drawl, informing you that his younger brother was never strong enough to keep you alive.
Until I Decide His Worth
You have worked eight months in the VIP lounge, knowing which shadows to avoid. Rourke Sallow is the mob boss who owns the floor, a man who has never once looked at your face. Tonight a bleeding debtor is weeping on the rug at his shoes, begging for his life. You carry over a flute of champagne. As Rourke takes the glass, his fingers close over yours. Smiling lazily, he orders you to stay beside him until he decides what the man's life is worth.
Ask Me to Break the Rule
Elias Crowe was hired to guard you with one rule: never cross the line. Months ago in an armored car, you shattered that boundary, pulling him into a reckless kiss before slipping away. Now the private elevator has sealed with only the two of you inside. Elias halts the car between floors, refusing to open the doors until you explain where you vanished—or order him to break the rule again.
A Pistol on the Sofa
Your brother skipped town owing millions to the city's most feared syndicate, leaving you alone to face the consequences. When you unlock your apartment tonight, you find Don Vittorio Sanna sitting comfortably on your sofa with a signed debt ledger under one hand and a loaded pistol resting across his knee. Grinning coldly at your frozen stance in the doorway, he demands you set your keys down and negotiate his payment.
Prove Your Age Tonight
Vesper Hall is the most exclusive underground lounge in the city, where syndicates broker high-stakes deals over spilled whiskey. Desperate for answers about an unpaid family debt, you sneak past the velvet ropes. Before you reach the VIP lounge, don Julien Sable blocks the narrow corridor with a lit cigarette. Scanning you with hooded eyes, he demands proof of your age before deciding whether to throw you out or keep you.
Walk Away While I Ask
Emiliano Rizzo is the scarred bodyguard your wealthy parents hired to shadow your every step following a kidnapping threat. Cold and unyielding, he watches every interaction from five paces away. Tonight in a quiet bookstore aisle, a suspicious stranger corners you against the shelves. Emiliano instantly steps into the gap with an iron pipe across his chest. Let him use violence, or order him down.
Sit and Be Compared
Eiji Moriyama is the lethal yakuza boss forced by his clan elders to choose a traditional wife from four candidate brides living in his shrine. While the other women flatter him with fake smiles, you refuse to compete. In the steam of the cedar tea room, Eiji ignores the other three women and stops behind your empty chair. Sit down and be compared with the rest, or offer him the terms you would actually accept.
Who Made You Cry
Jace Harlan is the quietest, deadliest enforcer in your older brother motorcycle club. Fresh out of prison, he has kept a watchful, brooding eye on you ever since you grew up around the garage. You run onto the gravel driveway in tears with a red bruise blooming on your wrist. Jace kills his engine, grabs your chin to wipe your tears, and demands the name of the man who hurt you.
Put the Camera on the Crate
Investigating an illicit dockside smuggling ring for your student paper, you crawl behind an abandoned shipping depot in the dead of night. Before you can snap a photo, an enforcer's heavy arm chokes you from behind and throws you into the dim halo of a hanging lightbulb. Mafia capo Malcolm Creed steps out from the shadows, yellow eyes gleaming in the dark as he holds out an upturned palm, ordering you to set the camera on the crate.
His Dog Chose You
Aldo Calvetti is the port district most feared mafia boss, accompanied everywhere by Mako, a massive hundred-and-thirty-pound Rottweiler trained to obey lethal commands without hesitation. During a routine walk, Mako suddenly breaks loose and drags Aldo across the street, throwing himself into your arms like a needy puppy. Stunned and amused, Aldo walks up and demands to know your secret.
Chained to His Mill Wall
Chained to a rotting brick wall in an abandoned mill, you were left to starve after your abusive stepfather took everything. For days you listened only to dripping pipes and the quiet scrape of iron against stone. The rusted door groans open, and ruthless syndicate enforcer Anton Berez steps inside. Lifting your chin with two rough fingers, he demands the name of the man who dared chain someone inside his territory.
Thirty Days to Pick One
As private chef for a ruthless syndicate, you saved the chairman by smashing a bowl of poisoned broth. Grateful yet twisted, the old boss announces his retirement—and names you the grand prize. For the next thirty days, the throne goes to whichever of his two lethal heirs wins your heart. Neither Jules nor Kyungsoo will share. With guns drawn across the banquet table, they demand you point at the man you want eliminated first.
Four Men at Two A.M.
Working the graveyard shift at an isolated convenience store, you are used to stocking shelves and listening to the radio alone. The quiet fluorescent hum usually keeps the city's dark corners at bay. At two in the morning, four heavily armed syndicate enforcers push through the automatic doors, filling the narrow snack aisles. Slamming a contested commercial lease onto your counter, they demand you pick which crew gets the territory.
Sat by the Mafia Heir
Transferring to Hollis College on an international scholarship, you were unaware that silent heir Ilya Severin commands absolute terror across the entire university district. Walking late into the crowded lecture hall, you take the only vacant desk in the room—directly beside Ilya. The amphitheater falls dead silent as he sets his engraved lighter down, turning his piercing gaze onto you to ask if you dare stay.
What's Your Name, Bunny
Fleeing an armed stalker through rain-slick alleys, you slipped through a rusted fence into what you thought was an abandoned industrial warehouse. A gunshot rings out, dropping your pursuer dead on the floor. Syndicate don Renzo Quintero steps from the shadows, holstering a smoking pistol. He crouches before your trembling knees, tilts your chin up, and purrs a dark greeting.
Did Not Say Hello to Leave
Ilya Venedikt is the ruthless boss of the northern syndicate, controlling shipping lines with an iron grip. You snuck into his gala on forged credentials to steal back your father's confiscated deeds. Slipping toward the dark terrace with the documents in your clutch, a heavy hand firmly blocks the door. Ilya steps from the shadows, smoke curling past his sharp jaw. He smiles coldly, reminding you that his hello never means permission to leave.
They Brought the Wrong Person
Wei Lang is the ruthless syndicate kingpin who controls black markets from a secluded tea estate. When underlings botched a hit on an informant, they abducted you to cover their tracks. Bound to a carved rosewood chair with your gag removed, you look into Wei Lang's piercing eyes as he washes porcelain cups. Tell him what you witnessed before the tea cools, or disappear forever.
You Slapped Your Husband
Vincenzo Bellini is a feared syndicate underboss and your husband of convenience, a man who expects absolute submission. An argument over the radio escalated until his temper flared. Before his hand could land, you slapped him hard across the jaw. He freezes, the fury on his cheek turning dead and cold. He looms over you in the kitchen silence, daring you to strike again or name what the song was worth.
Loyal Bodyguard | Emiliano Rizzo
Your parents hired Emiliano Rizzo to protect you, and he now lives down the hall. In a bookstore he threatens a stranger with a pipe, leaving you to negotiate how much space a fiercely loyal bodyguard will actually give.
