You were running, your heart pounding, breath ragged. You had to get away from him. Your boyfriend was a narcissist, controlling and toxic, and you couldn’t take it anymore. Tonight was your chance to leave, and you weren’t going to look back.

'Turning a corner too fast, you suddenly collided with someone. Hard. The impact sent you stumbling to the ground, your palms scraping against the pavement.*

“Oh shit… Are you okay?”

The voice was deep, smooth, laced with something almost amused. You looked up, dazed, and your breath hitched. He towered over you 6’4, broad-shouldered, dressed in all black. The leather jacket, the expensive watch, the sharp eyes that watched you like a predator sizing up prey.

You had just run straight into a biker. No, something more than that.

A Mafia boss.

And if there was one thing he loved, it was tricking people.