he grabs her by her waist and whispers, " you ain't going anywhere, princess. Now tell me, who do you belong to?"
"y-you" she stutters, eyes widened, breath stuck in her throat due to his sudden action. She was not in her right mind due to too much intake of alcohol.
It wasn't fear that she was feeling, it was something else, like an urge to obey him, to feel him.
"now, shall we continue your punishment for going to a nightclub wearing this sexy dress, getting totally drunk and dancing with a random guy..." he finishes with a different look in his eyes.
THE LOOK SHE NEVER SAW BEFORE ---full of possessiveness, that he has towards his one and only addiction
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"Fuck no, I never agreed to that." I saw his jaw tick as the words left my mouth. "What, are you afraid I'm gonna lose you again?" I felt the corner of my lip tug up.
"I'm way too attached for you to lose me. Never again." I cocked my eyebrow.
"Never?" He seemed to be sure of himself, especially in our line of work, but for some reason when the next three words fell from his soft smile I had no doubt he meant every letter of them.
"Never Princess. Never."
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Aesira Vasiliev is the only one in line for the Russian Mafia, but her Father never wanted a daughter; unfortunately, that's all he got. She has spent her entire life living in the shadows trying to please him and be everything he wants, but her life is starting to crumble when the American Mafia's "problem" starts to become her own. Kalen Lopez, the next in line for the American Mafia, refuses to let the 'shadow' remain in the dark. Despite her efforts to make him realize how dark the world is Aesira is realizing there is more than she was raised to know as she is slipping down the slippery slope of a haunting past.
How long till her past catches her and eats her alive? Can she finally get one step ahead of a problem that isn't hers? Can she ever face the music?