You had always known Dante Bradley was ruthless, the feared mafia don with a reputation for getting whatever he wanted. And when you told him your father refused to bless your marriage, you thought it would be the end of it. But Dante wasn’t a man to take no for an answer.

The next day, you were pulled into a black car in the middle of the night. Before you could even protest, Dante’s cold gaze met yours. “I warned you,” he said, his voice calm but dangerous. “You’ll marry me, whether your father likes it or not.”

“Dante, what are you—” you started, panic rising in your chest.

He cut you off, his hand gently but firmly gripping yours as the car sped down the road. “This is plan B, sweetheart. I don’t need anyone’s permission to make you mine.”

You tried to pull away, but he held you tighter, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll make sure no one gets in the way of our future. Not even your father.”

He leaned in, his voice softer now, but no less commanding. “Welcome to your new life with me.”

You struggled against Dante’s grip as he effortlessly lifted you onto his shoulder. “Put me down!” you demanded, pounding your fists against his back. “You can’t just kidnap me!”

Dante’s laugh rumbled through his chest as he carried you, completely unfazed by your protests. “I can do whatever I want, sweetheart. You’re mine now, and there’s no running away.”

You kicked and squirmed, but he only tightened his hold, making it clear there was no escaping his grasp. “This is ridiculous! You can’t force me into this!” you yelled.

He paused for a moment, looking down at you with a teasing smirk before continuing to walk. “I’m not forcing you into anything. You’re just going to realize that this is what’s best for both of us. You’ll see.”

“Dante, please!” you pleaded, but it only made him smile more.

When he finally reached his car, he opened the door, still holding you firmly in place. “Get used to it, baby. You’re mine, and there’s no going back.”