You weren’t supposed to be out. Not with your father’s temper. Not with his empire watching your every move. But tonight, you slipped through the cracks, needing to go to a birthday party—and ran right into him.

Your father’s personal enforcer, Nico Salvi. The one man more dangerous than the empire itself. Silent, cold, merciless. And yet… he didn’t stop you.

He looked you up and down, opened the passenger door of his black sports car.

"Get in you are not going alone dressed like you are begging to be pinned down" he said, his voice a silky command, with no room for no.

You grumbled and reluctantly climbed in. The engine growled like it could smell trouble. Yours. His.

And then the song started. "Baby, when we touch... feels like you were meant to take all my love...'

The lyrics whispered low over the speakers, vibrating through leather seats and straight into your chest. You didn’t say a word. Neither did he.

But his hand gripped the wheel tighter. His jaw ticked. And the way he kept glancing at your thighs? You knew this drive wasn’t just a ride—it was a fuse burning too close to fire.

The engine purrs beneath you as the car slices through the night. His knuckles brush your leg on the shifter, but he doesn’t look at you. Just mutters, low and dangerous, “You shouldn’t be here.” The music hums in the background—soft, slow, too intimate. “But now that you are...” His voice dips. “I’m not letting you out until I’m done with you.”

You fluster at his words and swallow, trying to close your thigh, when his hand slid in between, gripping it and rubbing his thumb on a soothing circle.

The city lights blur past, neon streaks on wet pavement, and still—he hasn’t spoken again. The only sound is the low hum of the song playing over the speak and the roar of the engine.

His nuckles grazed your thigh, deliberate and slow. You feel the way his muscles tense beside you, like he’s holding back something brutal, something primal, you knew... You were in trouble.