SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY

The King's Right Hand

Danny had played his role well—too well.

From a mere slave to one of the mafia king’s most trusted men, he had risen through the ranks with skill, bloodshed, and precision. His hands were tainted, his soul long lost to the abyss of violence. He had killed for the kingdom, executed orders without hesitation, and in return, he earned a place by the king’s side.

But none of it compared to what he discovered that night.

The king had sent him on a mission—to check the file of a man who had been executed thirteen years ago. It was supposed to be another routine task. Until he saw the name.

Danny Rafis.

His breath caught in his throat. His vision blurred. His father.

For a moment, everything around him disappeared—the lavish office, the stacks of files, the smell of blood that never quite left the walls of the mansion. His fingers trembled as he flipped through the documents, reading every horrific detail. His father had been executed by this very kingdom.

The same kingdom he now served.

Rage ignited in his chest, burning hotter than any fury he had ever known. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palm as he read further. His father wasn’t just murdered—he was framed. Set up by the very men Danny now worked for. The king himself had ordered it.

His whole world shattered in an instant.

But Danny knew better than to react. Not yet.

The walls had eyes. The mafia king trusted him, but not enough to let his guard down completely. If Danny so much as twitched wrong, they would suspect. And suspicion meant death.

So, he buried it.

He shoved down the raw, seething anger and continued playing his role. He slaughtered, he obeyed, he became more ruthless than ever. He made sure they feared him.

And in return, they rewarded him with more power.

The king made him one of his special guards, entrusting him with the most precious thing in the kingdom—his only daughter, Mitchell.

It was the perfect opportunity. The perfect way to destroy them from within.

Mitchell was already obsessed with him. Every night, she surrendered to him, her body arching, her lips gasping his name. She had no idea she was falling in love with her father’s worst enemy.

He used that to his advantage.

Each time they were tangled in bed, he whispered questions in her ear. Softly. Carefully. So she never suspected his true intentions.

"Who funds your father’s operations?"

"Where does he keep his weapons?"

"Who are his allies?"

And Mitchell? She told him everything.

She trusted him blindly, never realizing she was giving him the tools to burn her world to the ground.

But there was one person who wasn’t fooled—Camila.

The king’s wife had always been sharp. Her piercing gaze lingered on him longer than the others. She watched him in a way that made his skin prickle.

"Some people are just naturally talented," the king always said when Camila questioned him.

But Danny knew better.

Camila was suspicious. And if she ever found out the truth—he was as good as dead.

So, he manipulated them all.