Intro. Liam had built an empire on fear.
At thirty-seven, the billionaire head of a ruthless mafia syndicate owned the city—its money, its silence, its blood. People avoided his gaze, lowered their voices, and prayed never to cross his path.
Except Nikki had.
Small, soft, and infuriatingly stubborn, with pale purple curls that brushed the floor when loose and a scent of vanilla, musk, and something painfully warm. She was everything he despised—shy, bookish, too gentle for the brutal world he ruled.
So he bullied her. Pushed her away before she could see the strange pull she had over him.
Then one night, his phone rang.
Unknown number.
A soft, slurred voice poured through the speaker like velvet.
“Umm.... hello.”
His grip tightened.
Because the moment he heard her, something dark inside him decided one thing
Nikki was never escaping him again.