Bound to the Boss

Chapter 2

This feeling

Darkness swallowed May,

safe, trapped, terrified.

Outside,

Chloe became something else.

A storm.

A queen in warpaint.

Bullets screamed through the night. Men shouted. Glass shattered like falling stars. The ground trembled beneath the weight of violence. And in the middle of chaos… Chloe stood unbroken.

She moved with deadly grace.

Gun steady,

Mind razor sharp,

Heart strangely calm,

One rival fell. Another fled. The rest were hunted down like shadows failing to escape the dawn.

By the time the dust settled, fear already coated the air like smoke.

Those who survived were dragged outside and tied to the massive iron-barked tree in Chloe’s courtyard. Bloodied. Defeated. Broken. The moon watched silently as Chloe stood before them, eyes blazing, lips curled in something too calm to be mercy.

“You thought breaking into my home was brave?” she asked softly.

The softness was worse than a shout.

Her voice was cold silk.

Her presence? Absolute authority.

“No,” she continued, tilting her head slightly. “It was suicide.”

Silence answered her.

Terror spoke louder than words ever could.

She ordered guards to patrol. Reinforced the perimeter. Re-issued commands like a queen re-securing her throne.

Her empire was safe again.

Only when every intruder was neutralized…

Only when every alarm was silenced…

…did she remember the girl locked behind steel doors.

May !

Her chest tightened,

Not from exhaustion,

Not from wounds,

But from something terrifyingly human.

She turned sharply, boots echoing through marble halls as she walked back inside. Each step lighter than war should allow. Stronger than fear should permit.

She reached the panic room.

Paused.

Why did her hand tremble?

She pressed her palm to the scanner.

The door hissed open.

Light spilled in.

And May gasped like a drowning heart finally reaching air.

Her eyes found Chloe instantly.

Blood smeared her arm, Hair messy, Breath heavy, Yet she was still impossibly solid. Fierce, Real, Powerful, Alive.

“Chloe…” May whispered.

There was no hesitation.

Before thought could interfere…

She ran.

Straight into Chloe’s chest.

Arms wrapped around the mafia queen like instinct, Like gravity, Like truth, Warm, Desperate, Real.

Chloe froze.

Her hands hovered at first.

No one hugged Chloe White, No one ever dared, People bowed, Feared, Respected, Worshipped even.

But hugged?

No.

Yet May did.

And instead of pushing her away…

Chloe slowly, carefully, held her back.

Strong. Steady. Protective.

Her chin gently lowered to May’s hair.

“You’re safe,” Chloe murmured softly.

May trembled harder.

“You came back…” she breathed shakily.

Chloe’s lips twitched.

“Of course I did.”

Their hearts pressed.

Two rhythms trying desperately to deny they were syncing, while helplessly doing exactly that.

Silence wrapped around them.

Warm. Dangerous. Alive.

Chloe White didn’t believe in weakness, Didn’t trust softness, Didn’t allow vulnerability.

But with May Anderson trembling in her arms…

She finally understood the most dangerous truth she’d avoided her whole life,

Some battles are fought with bullets.

Others…

are fought with hearts.

And this one?

This one she wasn’t sure she’d win.

Chloe guided May upstairs gently, almost reluctantly letting go. Guards watched silently, secretly startled. The woman they feared didn’t shove the girl away.

She shielded her.

Possessively.

As if daring the world to touch what she now claimed as hers.

Inside Chloe’s vast room, May sat on the bed, still shaking. Chloe crouched in front of her, powerful queen kneeling for no one… yet somehow doing so for her.

“Are you hurt?” Chloe asked quietly.

May shook her head. “N-no.”

“Did anyone scare you?”

“Only the darkness… and the idea that you might not come back.”

Chloe’s eyes softened dangerously.

Something stirred. Something wild. Something that terrified her more than bullets.

“I told you,” Chloe said slowly. “I don’t break promises.”

May swallowed, eyes glossy. “You really didn’t leave me behind…”

Chloe brushed a stray hair from her cheek without thinking.

“No force on this earth could’ve kept me away from you.”

The words slipped out.

Too honest. Too raw.

Chloe froze. May stared.

Her heart thumped loud enough to echo.

Why did this girl feel like oxygen?

Why did it scare her but pull her closer all the same?

She stood abruptly, trying to regain control of herself.

“I’ll have the staff clean everything. You’ll stay close to me for a while,” Chloe said, straightening.

“Close… to you?” May asked softly.

“Yes.”

Her tone left no room for negotiation.

Like a command.

Like a vow.

“You don’t leave my sight. Not when we eat. Not when we walk. Not when I work. Not even when I sleep in this house. Understood?”

Possessive.

Territorial.

But wrapped in warmth rather than chains.

May should’ve protested.

But instead… her chest fluttered.

“Okay…” she whispered.

Chloe exhaled slightly in relief.

Not good.

She shouldn’t feel relieved.

She shouldn’t feel anything.

But she did.

Deeply.

Few days passed,

And Chloe changed.

Not publicly. The world still saw the ruthless queen.

But with May?

Something else emerged.

She became attentive, Protective, Quietly possessive.

May walked across the living room?

Chloe’s eyes followed.

May laughed with the staff?

Chloe’s jaw tightened.

May nearly tripped on the stairs one evening?

Chloe was there before gravity remembered what falling meant.

Her hand wrapped around May’s waist. Their bodies collided softly.

Too close, Too warm, Too dangerously sweet.

“Be careful,” Chloe murmured, voice very low.

“I’m fine,” May blushed.

“I don’t want ‘fine’,” Chloe said. “I want you safe.”

Their eyes locked.

Neither breathed.

Something pulsed between them.

And Chloe looked away first.

Because Chloe White, queen of fear, was terrified of one girl’s eyes.

At night?

She replayed everything.

Why did she care this much?

Why did May’s laughter echo in her mind?

Why did her heart pause when May smiled at someone else?

This wasn't a weakness, This wasn't a distraction, This wasn’t normal.

This was dangerous.

She’d lost people before. Love was vulnerability, Attachment was a knife pointed at your own heart.

She swore she’d never feel that again.

But then May happened.

May with her warm eyes, Softness, Ridiculous courage. A kindness that felt like sunlight in a house built from shadows.

Every time May looked at her… Something melted.

Something surrendered.

Something ancient and lonely inside Chloe reached out like a starving soul finally seeing daylight.

“I can’t let this happen,” Chloe whispered to herself late one night, alone in her room.

But then she remembered May hugging her.

Saying she came back.

Trusting her.

Choosing safety in her arms.

And that dangerous warmth flooded her again.

Mine.

The word slipped into her thoughts.

Not an obsession, Not control,

Something deeper, Older, Instinctive.

Possession born not of power… …but of fear of losing something precious.

She clenched her jaw.

“I’ll protect her,” she murmured into the quiet night.

“Even if it destroys me.”

Morning sunlight spilled across the mansion.

May walked into the dining hall, hair still slightly messy with sleep, oversized sweater hanging adorably off her shoulder.

Chloe looked up from her coffee…

And forgot how to breathe.

Her heart actually skipped.

An involuntary smile threatened, but she suppressed it.

“Good morning,” May said softly.

Chloe’s voice came out lower than intended.

“Good morning, May.”

Warm, Personal, Almost intimate.

May sat. Their fingers brushed when Chloe passed the cutlery.

They both stilled,

Heat sparked,

May flushed,

Chloe’s voice softened unconsciously.

“Eat.”

It sounded like care disguised as command.

May smiled.

And Chloe’s chest tightened.

She didn’t want her world,

She didn’t want her empire,

She just wanted this moment to never end.

Chloe grew even more protective.

She walked closer than necessary, Spoke gentler than she realized. Stared longer than she should.

And May noticed.

But instead of being afraid…

She questioned herself.

Why did Chloe’s nearness calm her? Why did Chloe’s voice steady her heartbeat? Why did Chloe’s presence feel like safety wrapped in danger?

Why did she crave more?

Late one evening, May stood on the balcony, staring at the moon, her feelings twisting softly inside.

She didn’t understand this connection.

This pull,

This warmth,

But she didn’t want it gone.

She didn’t want distance.

She wanted…

Chloe.

Behind her, the balcony door opened softly.

Footsteps.

Firm, Certain, Familiar.

Chloe stopped beside her, silence folding between them like a warm blanket.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” Chloe asked.

May shook her head gently. “Just… thinking.”

“About what?”

May hesitated.

Then whispered,

“You.”

Chloe’s breath caught.

The world seemed to still.

And for the first time in a very long time…

Chloe wasn’t the storm.

She was the one struck by lightning.

Slowly…

Her fingers brushed May’s.

Not grabbing. Not demanding.

Just… touching.

Testing fate.

May didn’t pull away.

Instead, her fingers curled back softly, intertwining.

Their hearts aligned.

Slow, Dangerous, Beautiful.

Silence spoke louder than words.

And inside Chloe…

A war began.

Power versus emotion, Fear versus desire. Steel versus softness.

She should let go.

She didn’t.

She held her hand tighter.

Because sometimes… even queens of darkness can’t resist the light.

And tonight?

Chloe White didn’t want to win this battle.

She wanted to feel it.

Even if it ruined her.

Even if it changed everything.

Even if it meant surrendering the most guarded part of herself…

to the girl who somehow already owned it.

Silence wrapped the balcony like velvet.

The cool night breeze brushed their skin.

Moonlight painted everything silver.

And in that quiet, fragile space… Chloe and May simply stood, hands entwined.

May’s fingers felt warm in Chloe’s grasp.

Too warm, Too real, Too precious.

Chloe didn’t look at their hands. She couldn’t. Because if she did… she might realize she didn’t want to ever let go.

“You shouldn’t…” Chloe finally murmured.

“Shouldn’t what?” May asked softly.

“Be this close to me.”

There was no warning.

No command.

Just a confession, Soft, Raw, Dangerous.

May turned her face slightly, eyes shining.

“And why not?”

Chloe swallowed.

“Because people who are close to me…” Her voice trailed.

Her eyes drifted to the horizon.

“…rarely stay safe.”

May’s heart clenched.

For the first time… she was not a mafia queen…

But a woman, A lonely one.

“Yet you still held me,” May whispered gently. “You didn’t push me away.”

Chloe’s jaw tightened.

“I can fight armies, Explosions, Betrayal, Blood.”

She exhaled slowly.

“But I can’t fight you.”

The honesty startled even her.

May’s breath caught. “Chloe…”

Their hands tightened together, like two souls refusing to drift apart.

The night hummed quietly. The world paused for them.

For once… Chloe wasn’t the unstoppable queen, untouchable and feared.

She was human.

May stepped closer.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?” Chloe asked.

“For coming back for me, For protecting me, For staying.”

Her lashes fluttered, shy but sincere.

“For choosing me.”

Those words, They shouldn’t have meant so much.

But they did.

Like they unlocked something chained and hidden inside Chloe’s chest.

“I didn’t choose,” Chloe said quietly. “It just… happened.”

May smiled gently.

“Then I’m glad it did.”

The following days painted a strange, beautiful rhythm between them.

Chloe, who never tolerated closeness… now found herself seeking it.

Her gaze lingered. Her voice softened only for May. Her presence felt like a silent shield always beside her.

May once spilled water, and a servant rushed apologizing. Chloe’s voice cut sharp:

“Don’t touch her.”

The staff froze.

May blinked.

Chloe realized how harsh it sounded and cleared her throat.

“I mean… I’ll handle it.”

She took the cloth herself.

A mafia queen… wiping a table. Because May was there.

May’s heart warmed.

Chloe avoided her gaze afterward.

Another day, May laughed in the garden with one of Chloe’s trusted men, Luca. He was tall, charming, and clearly smitten by May’s sweetness.

She smiled at something he said, Laughed softly, Light danced in her eyes.

Chloe saw.

Her chest tightened, Jaw hardened.

Something unfamiliar Dark Sharp Possessive burned quietly inside her.

Luca reached gently toward May’s hand to help her pick roses, Chloe’s voice sliced the air.

“Luca.”

He stiffened.

That tone?

That tone meant danger.

Chloe walked over, calm, steady, lethal elegance in every step.

Her hand slid around May’s waist.

Subtle, Claiming, Undeniable.

May’s breath hitched.

Luca cleared his throat, backing off immediately. “Boss, we were just…”

“I saw,” Chloe replied smoothly. “And now you’re done.”

May blinked. “Chloe…

“Go,” Chloe added to Luca without shifting her eyes from May. “And if you enjoy keeping your fingers… don’t touch what isn’t yours again.”

He vanished.

Silence.

May’s heart pounded.

“You scared him,” she whispered.

“Good.”

Her palm rested warm and firm at May’s waist, Not letting go.

Possessiveness poured from her quietly, not cruel, not harsh, but raw, Emotional, Human.

“You don’t like people touching me?” May teased softly.

Chloe’s lips twitched.

“I don’t like people assuming they can.”

Their eyes locked.

“And I don’t like competition.”

May swallowed.

“Competition… for what?”

Chloe leaned closer, Voice low, Honest.

“For you.”

The world spun a little.

May’s face burned.

Her heart fluttered like a wild bird fighting to be free… yet wanting to stay caged right in Chloe’s hands.

That night, May couldn’t sleep again. Thoughts circled endlessly.

Chloe’s words, Her warmth, Her jealousy, Her tenderness, Her dangerous edges wrapped around unexpected softness.

She shouldn’t feel safe with someone like Chloe.

But she did.

She shouldn’t feel drawn to her.

But she was.

She shouldn’t crave her attention.

But every time Chloe left the room, her heart searched for her.

Meanwhile, Chloe paced her study in frustration. Her reflection in the dark glass windows haunted her.

“I shouldn’t do this,” she muttered.

She had survived because she didn’t love, Didn’t cling, Didn’t allow attachment to cut her throat.

But May…

May wasn’t a weapon, Wasn’t a liability, Wasn’t a pawn,

She was warmth, She was innocence wrapped in bravery, She was everything Chloe forgot she once wished for.

And Chloe feared more than bullets now.

She feared losing her,

She feared breaking her,

She feared falling.

Yet every time May smiled…

She fell harder.

Her hand pressed over her heart.

“It hurts,” she whispered, surprised.

Not pain of injury,

Pain of emotion too big to contain.

The next morning, May helped instruct kitchen staff, Laughter filled the kitchen, She looked so alive, So… bright.

A male bodyguard joked lightly beside her. She lightly nudged him back laughing.

Chloe walked in.

Conversation died.

Everyone froze instinctively.

Except May.

She turned. Smiled softly.

“Good morning.”

And like the most natural thing… she walked to Chloe stood too close looked up warmly

Chloe’s walls fell.

Her fingers brushed May’s arm, preventing anyone else from standing that close ever again.

“Good morning,” she replied gently.

To everyone else? Her tone was unheard-of.

To May? It was a caress.

May leaned in slightly.

“You didn’t sleep again,” she whispered.

Chloe stilled.

“You noticed.”

“Of course I did,” May smiled sadly, “You hide your worries, Chloe. You hide yourself.”

That hit too deep.

“Someone has to stay strong,” Chloe replied.

“Someone also deserves to rest,” May answered softly.

Their eyes held, Unspoken emotions burned like quiet fire.

Chloe didn’t realize she leaned closer until she could feel May’s breath again, soft, warm, dangerously inviting.

Not a kiss. But a closeness that felt heavier… sweeter… than one.

She whispered,

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“How?” May breathed.

“Like I’m worth saving.”

Silence.

Then May did something reckless.

She gently slipped her hand into Chloe’s.

Not because she needed protection.

But because Chloe did.

“You are,” she whispered firmly.

Chloe exhaled shakily.

Weakness threatened, Vulnerability cracked, Walls trembled,

But instead of running…

Chloe held her hand back.

Evenings changed, Meals changed, Breathing… changed.

Chloe began sitting closer. May started lingering longer.

They shared soft conversations, Teasing smiles, Accidental touches that never felt accidental.

Sometimes Chloe would just watch May when she wasn’t looking, memorizing every expression, every spark of laughter, every thoughtful gaze.

Possession lived in her eyes… but so did tenderness.

Sometimes May caught her staring.

“Why do you look at me like that?” she asked once.

Chloe didn’t deny it.

“Because you make me forget this world is ugly,” she answered quietly.

May’s throat tightened.

“And that scares me.”

May didn’t speak.

She gently leaned her head against Chloe’s shoulder.

Chloe froze.

Then slowly relaxed.

Breath by breath.

Moment by moment.

Pain in her chest softened. Her heartbeat steadied.

She wrapped an arm around May, protective claiming gentle

Because somehow… this girl had become home.

But jealousy still crept in quietly.

Every time someone got near May, Chloe’s gaze sharpened. Her voice iced. Her posture screamed ownership.

Yet May never felt trapped.

Instead… she felt wanted.

Wanted deeply. Intensely. Completely.

Chloe guarded her like a treasure.

And slowly… May stopped questioning it.

She started craving it. Craving her voice. Her gaze. Her presence.

Craving Chloe.

Late one evening, they sat side by side in Chloe’s room, Soft silence between them. Warm, safe, intimate.

May leaned back on the couch.

Chloe watched her.

“Tell me something true,” May whispered.

Chloe hesitated.

Then:

“I’m afraid.”

May’s head turned instantly.

“Of what?”

“You,” Chloe breathed.

May blinked. “Me?”

“Yes.”

Her voice shook.

“Because no one else has ever mattered enough to make me weak. And you… you make me want to care again. You make me want to feel.”

She swallowed hard.

“And I don’t know how to survive that.”

May’s heart shattered and bloomed all at once.

She moved closer, Very slowly, Like approaching something sacred.

Her hand cupped Chloe’s cheek gently,

Warm, Tender, Undeniably real.

Chloe closed her eyes, leaning into that touch like she’d been starving for it for years.

“You don’t have to survive it,” May whispered.

“Then what do I do?” Chloe breathed.

May smiled softly.

“Live it.”

Chloe opened her eyes.

Their faces were inches apart.

Breaths mingled, The world disappeared.

Not a kiss.

Just the most intimate almost,

Soft, Slow, Unspoken promise lingering in the air.

Hearts beating too loudly, Feelings too heavy, Connection too undeniable.

Neither moved forward.

Neither pulled back.

They just stayed, lost in something deeper than touch.

Something that bound souls instead of bodies.

And for the first time in her life…

Chloe White wasn’t afraid of war, Wasn’t afraid of enemies.

She was afraid of how much she needed this girl.

Afraid… yet unwilling to let her go.

So she didn’t.

She whispered, almost to herself,

“You’re mine to protect.”

And May answered, smiling faintly,

“And you’re the safest place I’ve ever known.”

Two hearts. Two worlds. Danger wrapped in tenderness. Power wrapped in love.

And somewhere deep inside…

They both knew,

This wasn't a weakness,

This was inevitable,

And it was only the beginning.