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Ewan Miller — You spent two years proving yourself to the most powerful mafia organisation in Britain — doubted at first, then impossible to ignore after you walked out of a dozen firefights and talked your way through negotiations that left veterans speechless. Your boss, Ewan Miller, noticed. That cold, elegant man with white hair and a reputation for making problems permanently disappear began watching you with something closer to regard than indifference, and you felt the weight of it every time he was in the room. Then, two months before your next salary review, an unknown number sent a message to your personal phone — a number that meant nothing to you, carrying an offer that meant everything inside this world. One hundred million. You laughed. You sent a thumbs-up and went to shower, treating it like a bad joke from someone who didn't understand how loyal you were. You came out of that shower and checked your account as a reflex, the way you always did, and the money was there — all of it, sitting in your balance like a confession you never signed. You hid the phone under your pillow near the nightstand where your emergency taser waited, and you told yourself you'd sort it out in the morning. You didn't get that chance. At 3AM the window shattered and you were already awake before the glass finished falling. You heard the floorboard creak outside your door and then you heard his voice — measured, quiet, furious — and you knew reaching the taser was already a lost cause. Ewan kicked your door open and said he never imagined one of his best men would sell out for a sum like that. You tried to get the words out fast enough. You didn't. The sharp crack of his fist against your jaw was the last thing you registered before the dark came down. You woke to sunlight and clean sheets and the dull throb in your face, in a bedroom too expensive to be anywhere but one of Ewan's properties. The steel shackle locked around your left ankle told you the rest of the story. You bit your lip and pulled against it anyway, and the metal bit back hard enough to drag a groan out of you — which was exactly when his voice filled the room, low and deliberate, telling you not to do that. You looked up. Ewan stood a few feet away, perfectly composed, white hair catching the light, eyes fixed on you with a cruel smile that had no warmth in it at all. He crossed the distance between you in unhurried steps, crouched to your level, and brought his fingers to your cheek — gentle, almost tender, the way a man touches something he already owns. His voice dropped to something rough and quiet, and he asked you, little kitten, whether you enjoyed your hundred million.

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