"Nobody is allowed between these pretty little thighs but me....and if anyone tries...𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦."
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They call him The King-a ghost who rules the world's most powerful mafia from the shadows. No face. No mercy. No mistakes.
And beside...
-"People will stab you in the back and ask why you are bleeding,"-
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The snow had crusted sharp that day, cracking beneath her bare feet like glass. She'd been running. Or maybe they made her walk—she couldn't remember which came first anymore: the pain, or the silence that followed it.
She was sixteen. Sweden. The woods looked like something from a postcard—white, clean, still. But the air wasn't silent. It rang with bootsteps and breath clouds. And men's voices.
"She's small. Fragile. She'll keep quiet."
"The blind ones always do, eventually."
One of them laughed. The other didn't. The colder one—the one with the accent carved from stone—just checked his watch.
"This one's tagged already. You'll wire the balance to the father. The mother gets nothing, per terms."
Her chest caved inward at that. The father. The mother.
Hands gripped her arms. Leather gloves, too tight, too clean. She didn't fight. Not really. What was there to fight for when the betrayal was blood-bound?
"Mark her. Scar her if you want. But get her across the water by nightfall."
One of them crouched in front of her. She couldn't see his face—just the smell of spice and ash, the glint of a pin on his lapel, and the heat of his breath when he leaned in and whispered:
"You remember this moment, Flower. Because everything soft in you ends here."
Then—
Pain. Across her middle. Something broke in her torso, branding her blood with marks she would remember forever.
And then they took her.
And she was never the same
♕
Kaia woke with a gasp.
It wasn't breath—it was pain. Coiled, sudden, invasive. A tremor racked her body, her spine arching slightly before collapsing back into the pillows. Her skin was ashen now—gray threaded with blue at the lips, and a pale flush under the eyes that looked more like bruising than life.
Luca was there in an instant, voice cracking with relief and fear. "Kaia—"
Her eyes fluttered, unfocused. "Too loud," she murmured, the words barely forming. Her throat sounded dry, her voice a rasp of what it once was.
