obsession of Italian mafia

Prologue

Obsession is a dangerous thing. It doesn't ask for permission. It takes. It consumes. And once it sinks its claws into you, there's no escape.

I never thought a single night in a New York club would change my life. One moment, I was just a normal girl, lost in the music, trying to forget my worries. The next, I was caught in the gaze of a man who didn't belong in my world-a man whose presence demanded obedience, whose touch promised destruction.

Nicolas Lester.

His name alone carried weight, whispered in the darkest corners of the city. He wasn't just dangerous-he was danger. A man who ruled with bloodstained hands, a villain who took whatever he wanted. And the moment his eyes locked onto me, I knew I had just become his next prize.

I should have never gone to that club. I should have never met him.

That night, I was supposed to be preparing for my future, not running into my worst nightmare. I had an interview the next morning-one that could have changed everything for me. I had plans, dreams. I wasn't the kind of girl who got caught up with criminals. But fate had other ideas.

When I tried to run, Nicolas didn't just stop me. He took me. He dragged me from my life in New York and brought me to a place I never belonged-Italy. A world of power, violence, and secrets I was never meant to see.

Now, I'm trapped in a game I don't understand, torn between a man who claims to own me and another who wants to take me for himself. Dante Russo-the Russian rival who sees me as nothing more than a prize in his war against Nicolas.

But they both underestimate me.

I am not a pawn.

They think they can control me, shape me into something I'm not. But they don't realize that I am not the girl I was that night in New York. I will not break.

And if I must survive in this twisted world of power and violence... then I will carve my own place in it.

Even if it means destroying the man who stole me first.

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