STUCK WITH THE MAFIA BOSS.

The bullet whizzed past me just one wrong move and I would've been gone. I was still in shock when his laughter sliced through the air. This kid was clearly a psychopath. "What is wrong with you?" I blurted out, anger breaking through my fear. His squad glared at me, their eyes cold and warning, like I'd just crossed an invisible line by speaking to their boss that way. He stepped closer, that wicked smile still tugging at his lips. The nearer he came, the more undeniable his looks became clean-cut, dangerous, and infuriatingly handsome. "That's no way to talk to your celebrity," he said softly. I backed up; he was too close. My eyes darted from him to the man who had brought me here, and the realization hit me like a punch. This was a trap. "I'm not a stalker or an investigator or whatever you think I am," I snapped. "I just want the luminol and then I'm f*****g gone." His smile flickered, vanished for a heartbeat, then returned. He gave a subtle signal to his men, and they disappeared into a container-like structure nearby. "Sophia Westwood," he murmured. "You are very impressive." He knew my name. At this point, I shouldn't even be surprised. He must've hacked my accounts or something. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice unsteady. "I should be asking you that..." "I'm just trying to get something done. It has nothing to do with you." "Something like this?" He held up his phone. On the screen was a picture of my room, every detail, every hidden plan I'd mapped out to destroy my ex-husband and his mistress. My stomach dropped. Who was this man? How did he know so much about me? I felt my plan unraveling right in front of me. "How did you get into my house?" I managed to choke out. He threw his head back and laughed. "I wouldn't call it coincidence. I'd call it fate, Mrs. Westwood." His words were cryptic, maddening. "You don't know me," he said. "You don't need to worry. Just that one guy who's been a long-time stalker... Finally, I get to meet you again. At first, I thought you were the stalker, always on my page. But then boom. My crush from two years ago, back when I'd just arrived in L.A. Your eyes, your skin everything about Sophia was perfect." This kid was insane. "What are you talking about?" I demanded. "Met you at a*****e two years ago. My card got declined, and you paid for me." I struggled to remember. That kind of small kindness wasn't unusual for me. "The same day your son died," he said quietly. My breath caught. My heart cracked open. This stranger knew me from head to toe. He knew what I was planning. My entire revenge crumbled like ash inside me. My throat went dry. Our eyes locked. "I don't want you to stain your hands," he whispered his voice suddenly getting serious. "Leave the dirty work to me. I'll kill them your husband and Emilia." He paused, Adam's apple bobbing, eyes roaming across my face before they finally settled on my lips. My eyes widened. ********************* It was already dark. The "naughty kid" insisted on driving me home, still pushing his offer to kill Emilia and my ex. "I'll do it for you," he said, his voice low and persuasive. "No traces left." "Don't get yourself involved, kiddo," I snapped. "Pretend you know nothing. I haven't come this far just to let some kid ruin my work." "I like how you call me kiddo..." A wide smile spread across his lips as he spun the steering wheel with an easy, confident flick. "Still the same say you did then." I hated that I couldn't deny it this kid was dangerously handsome. I looked away quickly. Two years without s*x could make even a toddler's smile look like a lifeline. "You think this is some kind of joke?" My breath came fast. He didn't answer, but something in his demeanor shifted harder, darker. "I don't care whether you agree or not," he said finally. "I'm not letting you do it." We rode the rest of the way in silence until he stopped in front of my door. I stepped out quickly, hoping he'd leave. But of course, he didn't. His footsteps followed. As I tried to shut the door, his boot wedged into the frame. He pushed his way in easily. Before I could even form a thought, my back hit the wall, his arm braced above my shoulder, his body pinning me there. Then, with a voice colder and more commanding than I'd ever heard, he said, "I'm Kai Blackwalls. Lord of the Chiles Mafia. When I speak, you listen and obey." Our eyes locked. Authority poured from every inch of him. I nodded, my body responding as if hypnotized. I tried to avert my eyes, to break free from his stare and the suffocating dominance of it. I pushed, but he pressed me back against the wall, scanning my face before leaning in and capturing my lips with his. My eyes fluttered open in shock. This wasn't right. But oh God, I wanted it. The kiss alone sent a shiver down my spine, heat pooling low in my belly. My v****a? at mercy's door. He trailed kisses down my neck before pulling back, holding me there. I held him back, my mouth was slightly open, my eyes wide, shocked at my own reaction. He chuckled softly, dark and sensual. I didn't know who this man was, or what exactly he wanted from me. All I knew was that, in that moment, my body betrayed me. Now he knew he was welcome. And he showed me exactly what dominance meant. He slipped his hand between us, tugging at my underwear, then unbuttoned his pants. In one swift motion he lifted me, pressing me against the wall. I clung to him as he f****d me, his movements firm, deliberate, claiming. A moan tore from my throat before I could stop it. "Oh... fuck." The tension between us high. "I waited two years for this, Sophia," he growled against my ear, voice rough with restraint. "Two. f*****g. Years."