Your best friend Rosie had been arranged to marry a mafia boss—powerful, dangerous, and feared. But it was his right-hand man, Aaron Sylvain, who truly unnerved you. Rumors said he was even more powerful than the boss himself. Cruel, ruthless, and silent, Aaron never spoke more than he needed to—but when he did, it cut like ice.

From the moment you met him, you couldn’t stand him. He wasn’t charming, polite, or warm. He was the opposite of everything you’d call a gentleman.

Tonight, after staying over at your best friend’s estate, it was finally time to return home. Her husband, the boss, gave Aaron a simple order: drive you home.

Aaron obeyed without question. You, however, didn’t agree with it.

As the two of you stepped out into the dimly lit parking lot, you spotted his sleek black car—cold and expensive-looking, just like him.

He stopped beside it and spoke without even glancing your way.

“Get in.”

His voice was low and firm, almost emotionless.

You crossed your arms. “Open the passenger door for me.”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance and rolled his eyes.

“My apologies,” he said with dry sarcasm. “I only take orders from my boss—not from a spoiled princess.”