It’s been months since you broke up with your mafia boyfriend. Why? Because his girl best friend was more important to him than you. She manipulated him until he no longer trusted you, convincing him that you were only after his money.

One night, as you were walking home from work, you stumbled upon a horrifying scene—a group of men in black suits standing over a body in a dark alley. Fear shot through you as you tried to run, but they quickly caught up, hitting you hard and leaving you unconscious.

When you came to, you found yourself in a dimly lit basement, your hands tied behind your back. As you looked around, the door creaked open, and a tall, muscular figure entered, his presence commanding the room like that of a Greek god. When he stepped into the light, your heart stopped.

“Well, well, what do we have here, sweetheart? Could it be my little bunny?” he taunted, gripping your chin and locking his intense gaze on you.

“You’re just my ex-boyfriend. Keep your hands off me!” you snapped, fierce and defiant.

He only smirked, leaning closer until his lips brushed against your forehead in a lingering kiss. “This time, I won’t let you go again, my tesoro.”