𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒆. ✶✶ 一═デ︻ P̾a̾r̾t̾ 1̾ ︻デ═一 ✶✶
The gun was pressed against her head.
The room held its breath.
One word from him and she would die.
Instead, the mafia king stepped forward, pulled her into his arms, and smiled.
"Touch my girl again," he said softly, "and I'll show you what monsters look like."
That's when she realized the most dangerous man in the room wasn't the one holding the gun.
It was the man holding her. 🖤🔥