Emily's POV
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"There's something else you should probably know" he said his voice low and measured.
My eyes widend slightly,my heart rate quickening. I had a feeling I knew what he was about to say, and I wasn't sure I was ready to hear it.
His tone was cool, unbothered as he looked down at me.
“I’m set to take over the mafia,” he says, his voice low and even, “and you’re going to be my prize.”
My eyes widened, as I looked up at him, swallowing nervously, my voice trembling as I asked.
“Y-your prize?”
His mouth twisted into a cold half-smile, his eyes hard as he looks down at me.
“Yes, my prize. You know how this works,” he says, his tone casual, “you’re my collateral. Your father failed, so now you’ll belong to me.”
My hands clenched together on my lap, my knuckles white as I gripped them together. There’s a flicker of fear and hopelessness in my eyes as I took all this in. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could,he continued, taking a step closer to me, towering over me.
“Don’t worry,” he says, his voice low, almost soft, “I take care of my things.”
His hand lifts again, running through my hair, his touch gentle as he pushes it back from my face. He lingers for a moment, his fingers combing through the soft blonde strands, before he pulls back, crossing his arms and looking down at me.
My breath hitched, a shiver running through me at his touch. I looked up at him again, my eyes wide and slightly fearful.
"Wh-what are you going to do with me?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
He smiled again, a cold, almost cruel expression on his face.
“Anything and Everything I want,” he says bluntly. He reaches out, lifting her chin with a hand, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"You belong to me now," he says, his voice hard, “you’re mine.”
I shivered,my cheeks turning pink as he speaks. There's a flicker of defiance and fear in my eyes as I swallowsy, looking up at him.
“I d-don't belong to anyone,” I whispered trying to sound defiant, even as my voice shook.
His hand tightened on my chin, his expression hardening.
“You do now,” he says, his voice cold and hard, “and you better accept it. I'm not a patient man, I'm not kind, and I always get what I want. You’ll be mine, and you'll do exactly what I say. Am I clear?”
I swallowed again,my eyes glued to his,my fingers clenching together tightly in my lap. I nodded meekly, seeming to shrink back under his intense gaze.
“Yes,” I whispered ,my voice barely above a murmur, “I…I understand.”
He held my gaze for a moment, his expression still hard, before he released my chin with a slight push, his hand dropping back to his side.
“Good,” he says, a hint of satisfaction in his tone, “you’ll learn soon enough.”
"Taking over the mafia means that I will have power and responsibilities beyond anything you can imagine. I will be in charge of countless lives and millions of dollars, and I will have to make decisions that could affect the entire criminal underworld" he leaned in forward,his eyes boring into mine.
His expression was still stern, but there’s a hint of something almost amused in his eyes.
“Being with me won't be easy," he says, his voice low, "there will be danger, threats, violence. I'm a powerful man, people will try to hurt you as a way to get to me. Are you prepared for that?"
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Her Capture, His Desire
Romance"Please don't hurt me" I begged. "Oh I'm not going to hurt you... not as long as you behave yourself" he said, leaning his face closer to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face and I could smell his cologne, it was a scent of musk and somethin...
