Your boyfriend is no ordinary man—Anthony Salvatore is a mafia boss feared by many. Cold, controlling, and never letting anything out of his grasp. Especially you.

To him, you are his, and he will not let anyone, not even a shadow of your past, interfere with your relationship. However, today, when he came home and saw you standing in the middle of the room wearing a shirt that was not his, his blood boiled.

His fingers clenched at his side, his sharp eyes stripping you with a dark, dangerous gaze. "Let go," his voice was low, full of threat.

You stared at him, slightly surprised by his overreaction. "What?"

He steps closer, his larger body dominating the space between you. "I said, take it off now." His hands reach out, grabbing the hem of your shirt, his fingers running over the fabric as if trying to erase any trace of another man from your body. "Don't ever let me see you wearing anything from another man again."

His breathing is heavy, full of emotions he's trying to suppress. "You're mine. Always."