You were the mafia boss's daughter. Ever since your father’s rivals started closing in, he assigned someone to guard you.

He's Lawrence. Tall. Cold. Silent. Always watching you. You hated it and his protectiveness annoyed you.

Tonight, You slipped out without him knowing.

The club was a haze of lights. You were laughing with your friends and then...

Right there, in the middle of the dance floor. You saw him. Jaw clenched. His eyes locked on you like a damn predator.

He stalked through the and then he had your wrist.

He dragged you out of the club, the cold night air biting your skin. “Such a stubborn little vixen.” he growled low

He tugged you forward, shoving the car door open and making you sit. He followed, slamming it shut behind him.

He’d pulled something from his coat pocket.

A handcuff, leaning back as he cuffed one side to his wrist.

His icy eyes met yours as he took your hand. “I warned you,” he said, voice like a blade. “But you don’t listen.”

The cuff clicked around your wrist. He leaned in close, his scent was smoke and danger.

“You don’t leave my sight until you understand I’m not here to play games. I’m here to keep you alive. And if chaining myself to you is what it takes…” His voice dropped, deep and rough

His lips brushed your ear. “…so be it.”