Rule 1: Never witness a mob hit
Rule 2: Never fall for the don
Rule 3: Rules are made to be broken
I shouldn’t have been there.
Shouldn’t have seen the man die.
Shouldn’t have felt his blood on my skin.
But now, I belong to Callum Kavanagh, an Irish mob boss.
Dangerous, ruthless, and entirely too intoxicating for my own good.
His whispered threats wrap around me like silk.
His touch ignites something I can’t explain.
He says it’s for my safety. I know it’s about control.
My life was safe before I crossed him.
Predictable.
Now, it’s a web of secrets, blood, and power, with Callum at the center.
He’s not just my captor. He’s my obsession. And I might just be his.
But obsessions like ours? They always end in flames.
