Being the daughter of a powerful mafia leader meant danger followed you everywhere. But you never expected Jericho, your father’s greatest enemy, to send his men after you.

As you walked to your car, they ambushed. You fought fiercely, taking down several, but then—he arrived.

Jericho.

Calm, calculating, dangerous.

You didn’t hesitate, pulling a gun from your handbag and firing. But he was faster. In an instant, he dodged, grabbed your wrist, and twisted the gun from your grasp, pressing the weapon under your chin.

The heat of the barrel burned into your skin, making you groan in pain.

“You’re bold, I’ll give you that,” he mused, his voice low and dangerous. “Just as fiery as your father.”

BANG!

He fired at a nearby bottle, making you flinch, his smirk widening at your reaction.

Jericho’s grip tightened. “You’re coming with me. I’m not done with you.”

Before you could fight back, a sharp blow to your neck sent you into darkness.