I own her now.

She thinks she’s here because of her father’s debts. She’s wrong. She’s here because I want her.

She doesn’t understand yet. That’s part of the fun. She thinks she can resist, play the innocent, keep her distance. But she doesn’t know who she’s dealing with. I’m a mafia boss—her mafia boss now. The rules are simple: she listens, she obeys, and she doesn’t make me repeat myself.

Her defiance? It’s cute, for now. But it’ll wear down. I’ll make sure of that.

She can try to hate me all she wants. She can pretend she’s scared, pretend she’s unaffected, but I see the way her eyes linger. She might not admit it, but she knows what this is. She knows who I am. And sooner or later, she’ll understand that fighting me is a losing battle.

I’ll make her mine. In every way that matters.

She just has to be a good girl... for me.