The Velvet Chains
The rain fell in heavy, relentless sheets, hammering against the matte-black hood of Ethan’s sports car like a war drum.
Elena didn’t flinch. Even with the enforcer’s iron arm clamped around her waist, her posture remained straight, every single muscle in her body coil-sprung with lethal intent. She didn't whimper. She didn't beg. A Rossi woman did not bow to the storm—she became it. She was forged in the fire of mob politics and trained in the shadows of blood debts. Fear was a luxury she had killed long ago.
"Release me," Elena hissed into the darkness, her voice dropping into a low, silk-wrapped knife. Her almond eyes burned through the thick rain, locking onto Ethan with a ferocity that could ignite cold steel.
Ethan didn't answer immediately. He took one slow, de
