Nobody's POV
The drive back to Drew's place was quiet but tense. Karen's fingers trembled as they rested on her lap. She stared out the window, the city lights blurring past, trying to steady her breath. Drew kept his hand firmly on the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the road but his mind on her—his prize, his possession.
She wasn't just some woman he chased. She was his. And he would make sure the world knew it.
Karen's POV
Once inside the mansion, the heavy silence pressed in around me like a cage. Drew moved through the halls with the confidence of a king surveying his kingdom.
"Go change," he said, voice low but commanding. "Something comfortable. You're not going anywhere else tonight."
I nodded silently and made my way upstairs, each step heavy. Inside the room, I pulled a soft dress from the closet and slipped into it, the fabric cool against my skin but unable to soothe the heat of anxiety burning inside me.
Drew's POV
I stayed downstairs, waiting, thinking. My family was still around, but they knew better than to speak when I was like this—quiet, calculating. I wasn't the man who lost control. Not with Karen. Not ever.
Karen's POV
I came back downstairs, and Drew was waiting for me by the window, a glass of whiskey in hand. His eyes darkened when he saw me.
"You okay?" he asked, voice softer than I expected.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'm fine."
He stepped closer and reached out, brushing a stray hair from my face. "You don't have to pretend with me."
I looked down, unable to meet his gaze. The truth was, I was anything but fine. But saying it out loud might set off something worse.
Nobody's POV
The night stretched on with uneasy conversation and heavy silences. Drew's protectiveness shadowed Karen's every move, his presence suffocating but impossible to escape.
The mansion felt less like a home and more like a gilded cage.
Karen's Thoughts
I'm not his wife. Not yet. But every day feels like a step closer to losing myself completely.
How much longer before I'm trapped for good?
Drew's POV
I pulled her into my arms and whispered, "You belong to me, Karen. And I'm not letting go."
She trembled against me—not just from fear, but maybe from something else.
Something that scared me more than anything.
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RomanceAfter a powerful Sunday service, the Clark Sisters were ready for nothing more than food, laughter, and a peaceful afternoon. But peace was the last thing coming. Out of nowhere, Drew Sheard-Detroit's most feared and powerful mafia boss-appeared, cu...
