NO ESCAPE

YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FROM ME

The neon lights of the city flickered above, casting a ghostly glow on the rain-slicked streets. Bible’s heart thundered in his chest as he ducked into an alleyway, his breath coming out in short, panicked bursts. He had seen too much. Jes’ cold, calculated expression as the gun went off haunted his mind. The man’s sharp jawline and piercing gaze should have been enough of a warning. Jes wasn’t just any man—he was the leader of the city’s most feared mafia syndicate.

And now, Bible was running for his life.

He pressed himself against the cold brick wall, hoping the shadows would swallow him. His hands trembled as he tried to steady his breathing. Jes’ men had been searching for him for days, but he’d managed to stay one step ahead. Until now.

Footsteps echoed down the alley, deliberate and unhurried. Bible froze, his blood turning to ice.

“Did you really think you could outrun me?” a deep, commanding voice drawled.

Bible turned slowly, his eyes meeting Jes’. The man stood at the mouth of the alley, his tailored black suit untouched by the rain. His lips curved into a dangerous smirk, but his eyes were cold, calculating.

“I didn’t…” Bible started, but his voice cracked. He swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean to see anything. I swear, I won’t say a word.”

Jes took a step closer, his polished shoes clicking ominously against the pavement. “Oh, I believe you,” he said, his tone almost mocking. “But that doesn’t mean I can let you walk away.”

Bible’s back hit the wall as Jes closed the distance between them. He felt trapped, like a moth caught in a spider’s web. Jes reached out, his fingers brushing Bible’s chin, tilting his face up.

“You’ve been quite the troublemaker, running from me,” Jes murmured, his voice low and intimate. “But it ends here.”

Bible’s breath hitched. “Are you going to kill me?”

Jes tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have made it this far.”

The words sent a shiver down Bible’s spine. There was something dangerous in Jes’ calm demeanor, but there was also something else—a flicker of amusement, of interest.

Jes leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Bible’s ear. “You’re mine now,” he whispered. “And I don’t let go of what’s mine.”