LOGINWarning ️ Book Contains Explicit Content I faked my own death to escape a killer surgeon. Then I saved a mafia boss's brother and became his prisoner. I thought I was safe hiding in the shadows. Then Frank Costello dragged his dying brother into my clinic with a gun to my head: "Save him or die trying." Now I'm trapped in his world. Three months of service, he says. Treat his men, ask no questions, and he'll give me enough money to disappear forever. But Frank Costello doesn't play fair. He knows my secrets. He knows I'm running from a murderer who thinks I'm dead. And when that killer finds me again, Frank makes me an offer I can't refuse: Stay with him, let him protect me. The price? My freedom, my principles, my heart. I'm a healer. He's a killer. We're on opposite sides of every line that matters. But when the man I'm running from comes back for blood, Frank Costello might be the only thing standing between me and a bullet. The question isn't whether I'll fall for him. It's whether I'll survive long enough to regret it.
View MoreMarco's words echoed in my head. Frank is upstairs pacing. I pushed off the counter and set the glass aside. The soft clink against the counter sounded too loud. When I got close to the stairs, I could hear his pacing. The staircase voiced my presence with a slow, drawn-out squeak. His door was slightly ajar. Light spilled through the opening. I knocked once, softly, and the pacing stopped. “Come in.” I pushed the door open and clicked it shut behind me. Frank stood near the window, his back was half turned to me. One hand on the window frame, steadying himself. He had cleaned up now, and I could see a bandage wrapped around his arm. He definitely looked like a man in distress. “You should take a break.” He let out a loud breath that almost sounded like a laugh, but there was no humor in it. His back was still turned to me. “Rest is for the people who don't have something to lose, Jane.” “You're going to have a breakdown,” I urged, stepping closer and putting a hand on his sh
I turned the knob, allowing the door to click shut leaving me with nothing but the sound of my own breathing. I shoved the notebook under my arm, pressing it hard against my rib, stuck hidden beneath my jacket as I slipped through the doorway. Instead of heading up, I veered toward the kitchen, needing a glass of water I didn't really want. I stared into the glass of water, tracing the condensation on its surface, as if the answers were floating in the clear liquid. I pulled the notebook out just an inch, flipping to the page. A heavy footstep hit the floor with a sound like a gunshot. I jumped and blinked. "What are you staring at." I looked up and found his Marco staring at me from the doorway. My heart performed a violent kick against my ribs. I slid the notebook back into my waistband and turned. There was a glass of amber liquid in one hand, his suit jacket draped over his shoulder. He looked exhausted, his tie loosened, the top button of his shirt undone. He looked lik
The overhead lights buzzed faintly, casting a sterile glow over stainless steel counters and untouched instruments. The smell of antiseptic lingered in the air, sharp enough to sting.I paused outside the door before entering and listened.Still, I didn’t move immediately, my eyes flicked down the empty hallway, scanning corners, shadows, the reflective surfaces of glass panels that could betray movement behind me. The compound had been restless since the attack. Guards doubled, footsteps heavier, conversations cut short the moment I passed.Everyone was watching everyone.I reached for the handle slowly and pushed the door open just enough to slip inside. The hinges gave a soft click behind me as I closed it, carefully. Only then did I turn. Darius was already there.Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. He didn’t look up immediately, like he was listening for something beyond the room.Only when the silence stretched long enough did he spea
The car door slammed shut beside me. Frank slid into the driver’s seat, blood still drying along his jaw. The engine roared to life, and the building disappeared behind us as he pulled onto the road. I pressed my hands against my thighs, trying to steady them, but the adrenaline was still racing through my veins. The images wouldn’t stop replaying in my mind—the gunshots, the bodies on the concrete, the moment the gun had been pointed at me.Frank drove like a man who knew every inch of the road without needing to look at it. One hand on the wheel. The other rested loosely near the gun on the console.His face was calm again. If someone had stepped into the car right now, they would never have guessed what had just happened in that building.Blood had dried in a thin line along his jaw where the punch had split the skin. The cut had stopped bleeding, but the edges were still very red.The road stretched ahead of us, dark and empty. For a while, the only sounds were the engine and the
The street outside the compound was quieter than I expected.I walked without direction. Just movement. Frank’s voice followed anyway, pressing against my ribs like a weight I couldn’t shake.I stopped at the first place I found that wasn't his house. A small café on the corner. Chairs outside. No
For a moment, Frank didn't move.He stood frozen at the door, hand still on the handle, back to me. The silence stretched so long I wondered if he'd heard me at all.He turned slowly. The look on his face... I'd never seen him like this.“Tell me you are staying—not because I blackmailed you, not b
He stepped back from the wall. Not far. Just enough.His hand slid away from my throat with deliberate slowness, as if he were weighing every inch of release. The other hand lifted from the wall above my head.I stayed pressed against the plaster, chest heaving, trying to find a rhythm in my breath
Rosabella stepped into the room and nudged the door shut behind her with her heel.The soft click of the latch sounded louder than it should have.I moved aside while she walked in, setting the cups on the small table by the window.Steam curled up from the tea in thin white ribbons.“Couldn’t slee












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