I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

"Remember whose she is, don't fall for her or Capo will kill you." She's innocent. She's kind. She's beautiful. She's angelic. But most importantly, she's His. Dove isn't your average 22 year old girl, and neither is the Mafia Boss who cherishes and worships her whole being. She is his most prized possession, and like anything prized it must be protected. What happens when her bodyguard fails to remember whose she is? Highest Rankings: #1 Angel #2 Mafia Princess #2 Black Love | 10/16/24 #2 Clean Romance | 5/03/25 #3 Naive | 09/27/24 #8 Beautiful | 11/03/24 #10 Badboyxgoodgirl | 1/30/25 #11 Billionaire | 1/12/25 #19 Love Triangle

Hazel Brown a 26 year old ebony woman has sworn to never let anyone get inbetween her and her 2 year old son Marshall. But what happens to her after she gets a job in Italy and the father of her son wants her and Marshall back.

♫. 𝒄𝐨𝑛𝑛𝐢𝐞 ⸝⸝ 𝒔𝐩𝐫𝑖𝑛𝐠𝐞𝐫

" You like the way my fingers feel massaging your clit? " He ask. " No. " I moaned out. " Liar. Your soaked. " " Not because of you." I tryin to tick him off. " If not me then who?" " The thought of Amon, Yo daddy, and yo grand daddy having their own little way with me." I moan with a little smirk. With that he grabs my hair picking me back up and pushes me on the counter and shoves 2 fingers in. My mouth was gaped cus he could have warned me. " ughhhh. wait- " " If not me.. then who? " " Ivan, A- A-Amon, a- and Azreal." I finished dragging the L in Azreals name. He turned me around to face him, picked me up and set me on top of the of table I was bent over. He raised my legs up, grabbed the back of m neck to pull my face towards his and inserted his 2 fingers back in. " You think im fucking playing with you?" He added a third finger. " Fuckkkk mmm. " I moaned.