“That’s not an invitation. That’s an order.” His voice is low and unceremoniously calm.
She steps forward. Her gaze meets his—fire versus ice.
And then she feels it. Not fear, but control.
He’s in command now.
Intro Her father's business was too dark, too dangerous, to leave her unprotected. But the protection he left her was the last person she would accept. His most trusted man. Cold, silent, and ever alert. His eyes dark but calculating. His silence was not a lack of words, but a warning. He didn't look, he judged. He didn't just speak, he judged.
And her? She was seething with anger. How dare someone like him decide when and where he would go, much less who he would see?
But Leonid… was sent for exactly that. To guard, to control, to watch over the only and personally reckless daughter of the mafia boss of the eastern clan. She is too free and too beautiful when she is angry.
Soon she would realize that the safest place, no matter how much you hate him… is right next to him.
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