As we race away in the car, a storm of anger and fear swells inside me. How could she be so reckless? How could she risk everything like that?
When the empty road stretches before us, I slam on the brakes, my heart pounding in my chest. I throw the door open and pull Chiara out with me, my hands trembling with frustration. "What the hell were you thinking?" I shout, my voice raw and shaking.
She glares at me, defiance blazing in her eyes. "Why do you even care?" she fires back, her voice dripping with disdain.
Without thinking, I grab her, pulling her so close that her breath mingles with mine in the cold night air. "Because you belong to me," I whisper, my voice low and dangerous. "Mine to protect, mine to punish, mine to destroy if I have to."
Her eyes widen, shock flickering across her face, but there's something else-a wild, reckless pull, an attraction that mirrors my own. We're both trapped, caught in a fire neither of us can control.
In that moment, I know we're dancing on the edge of something dangerous. But sometimes, it's the flames that pull us in.
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"When Chiara Moon, a journalist with dreams of becoming an investigative reporter, is sent to interview Gabriel Romano, the elusive owner of a powerful IT firm, their worlds collide. As she uncovers whispers of his mafia ties, she's thrust into a game of secrets and lies. Now, Chiara must choose-pursue her ambition and expose him, or risk it all to trust a man who could destroy everything she's worked for."
𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚
I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied.
My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch.
𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨
I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen.
I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here.
"Muori figlio di puttana."
I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally.
"He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!?
"Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear.
"Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled.
"Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled.
"You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted.
"Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif