Hana Saleh's life was a symphony of tradition and quiet contentment. At 20, she was a tapestry woven with the threads of her faith: the warmth of family dinners, the gentle rustle of her hijab as she walked through the bustling streets of New York. Her days were filled with the humdrum of classes at the University, the joy of helping her mother at the family bakery, and the quiet solace of prayer. This tranquil life, however, was another to be ripped apart by a force as potent and unpredictable. Massimo Costa was a man of contradictions. He was the ruthless Don, feared by all, his name whispered with reverence and dread. Born into a life of violence, Massimo had risen through the ranks with lightning speed, his ambition knew no bounds, and he yearned for absolute control over the illicit empire. ------------------------------ His laugh echoed throughout the room, a chill ran down my spine as i hid behind a small space between the door and wardrobe. "It seems like my fiore mio is playing hide and seek." In a swift motion, I was pulled out my hiding spot, his hot breath mixing with mine as he scowls at me. His eyebrows frowning and his large calloused hands clenched around my cheeks. "You think this is a game? I gave you a chance and now you'll learn your place the hard way." His arm circled around my knees, lifting me over his shoulder. I hit his back screaming, I gasped as he threw me onto the bed. His eyes bore into mine. "Take off your clothes...." ------------------------------ ⚠️18 +