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"How does it feel to submit Jade, how does it feel to kneel at the feet of your owner," he asked, in a low voice that rumbled like the storm.

Raising my head, I stared at him defiantly, knowing deep down that I was consciously breaking his rule and that I would be punished for it. I smirked. "It feels like I'm going to have to return the favor once I get out of here".

His lips twisted into a dark smile, his eyes glowing in the darkened space as his gaze lingered on me. I couldn't move or breathe. "You're never getting out of here."

Jade wanted one thing only: to become the Mafia king. Betrayed by her half-brother, she flees for her life but gets trapped in the hands of hunters until she is rescued by Dearil Vaughn, a sadist with a chaotic wolf that feeds off torture and destruction. To survive his dangerous games, she'd have to learn to submit and keep her heart in a place where his cold hands couldn't reach. It was supposed to be easy, but Dearil was much harder to resist.

Jade calmed Dearil's wolf, so he was never going to let her go, especially since she was the only beacon of light in his dark world where he'd been rejected by both blood and foes... But winning her heart proves difficult, especially when the monsters within him are too hard to tame. 

It was war! A war between two contenders who planned to come out as winners.

IMPRISONING HIS MAFIA QUEEN

"Do you think she's going to make it?" A familiar voice reached my ear, but so did other loud jarring sounds, and that alone made my head feel like it was splitting in two. If they kept going, I was sure I wasn't going to make it, which would be preferable to the banging in my head. 


Trying to get a read on the location I was in, I struggled with getting my lids open when they felt as if heavy rocks were placed over them. The first glimpse I got made me wince. The brightness had been blinding, irritating my barely open irises. 


"Oh my gosh! She moved" A male voice crashed through the space again, but it didn't hurt as much as when I first woke up. Maybe it was an unconscious act, but I found that I had subconsciously tuned out the volume of the noises outside until I only had my focus on the people in the room. 


Thirty four