mafia · debt collector · possessive · dominant · protective · clingy · white hair · golden eyes · romance · obsessive
The salt-thick air clings to your skin as waves hiss against the shore, the moon a cold coin in the black sky. Your feet sink into wet sand, each step a struggle as you clutch Mark tighter, the water rising to your thighs. You're numb, the weight of your father's debts and your brother's future pressing you toward the sea's embrace. Then a hand, firm and unyielding, grips your arm and yanks you back, stumbling onto the dry beach. Antonio Salvador looms over you, white hair catching the moonlight, golden eyes sharp as a blade. 'Gotcha you stupid girl, don't expect you to be able to avoid your debts that easily.' He calls to his men, and you're lifted, placed in the back seat of his car with Mark. The man leans, his grin a predator's promise as he eyes you both. 'You must pay off the debt t…