Stolen by the Mafia Boss

ing whatever horrors lay beyond. Lily's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the looming mansion, its dar

urney, from the moment she'd seen his men with the guns to now, had been calcula

to grab her arm, pulling her roughly from the car. Her legs wobb

behind her, and despite the steel in his t

ed, guiding her up the steps toward the imposing entrance. Every step felt like a c

r man who stood like a statue, eyes scanning the surroundings bef

spoke, his voice smooth, almost patronizi

ase crashing over her. He wasn't treating her like a captive-no, he was tr

the door. Without another word, the heavy wooden door creaked shut behind them. The s

cost more than she made in a year. Everything about the place screamed power-wea

o an armchair in the center of

defiance burned brighter than her fear, even

ot sit

with irritatio

ngth, pulling her forward with a single, effortless motion. He shoved her into the chair, his

n to listen,

eness between them suffocating. "I won't stay here." Her voic

gerous. "Oh, but I can." He leaned closer, his breath hot

er stomach, not just from the fear, but from somethin

never leaving hers. "You need food. A shower. Rest

mind racing. "What is this, th

ough." He took a step back, finally releasing her wrist, but h

shaking her head in

o a nearby table, his hands clasping behind his back. "Th

ounting dread. She wasn't about to let him win this easily. "Yo

voice growing colder. "You're not in a

t, her voice trembling with f

ou will listen to me," he said, his voice low, calm, and controlled, but the menace behind it was unmis

the fear clawing at her ins

, there was a flicker of something almost.

thick, charged with something neither of them wanted to admit. The dangerous c

softer, almost gentle, "I'll have someon

but he silenced her with a single

going anywhe