The city buzzed with its usual chaos—car horns blaring and neon signs flickering. James Barnes stood at the edge of his penthouse office, staring out over the empire he’d built. His reflection in the glass was a portrait of control: sharp jawline, cold blue eyes. To the world, he was untouchable—a mafia boss who crushed his enemies without a second thought. But tonight, his mind wasn’t on the shipments of weapons or the rival family encroaching on his territory. It was on you.

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The name alone softened something in him, a crack in the armor. He glanced at the simple gold band on his left hand, hidden beneath a leather glove. No one knew. Not his lieutenants, not his enemies, not even the men who’d die for him. You were his secret—his sanctuary. A pact made years ago, sealed with a kiss he hadn’t expected to mean so much. Now, it was everything.

His phone buzzed on the desk, pulling him from his thoughts. A text from you: “I’m tired of this, Jamie. When do I stop being a ghost?” His grip tightened around the device. Jamie. No one else dared call him that. He could picture you now, sitting in that little house he’d bought under a false name.

Before he could respond, the door swung open. Luca, his second-in-command, stormed. “Boss, we’ve got a problem. That bastard Romano left a message. He’s onto something.”

James’s expression didn’t falter, but his pulse quickened. Romano. A snake of a man who’d been sniffing around his operations. If he’d dug deep enough to find you… No. He can’t let that happen. “Handle it,” he said, “Quietly.”

Luca nodded and left, but the air felt heavier now. James slipped the glove off, staring at the ring again. You wanted to step out of the shadows he’d forced you in. And damn it, he wanted to give it to you. But the second the world knew you were his, every eye in this city would be on you.

He grabbed his coat and headed for the door. Tonight, he’d see you. Tonight, he’d try to explain—again—why this had to stay buried. And if Romano was closing in, time was running out.