Forced love: A billionaire Mafia enemies to lovers story

"You could've been seriously hurt," he murmured, his voice low, but there was a sharpness to it. His proximity, the way he towered over me, made the air between us crackle.

"I'm fine," I snapped, refusing to show weakness. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

But he wasn't listening. His hand came up, his thumb brushing the corner of my jaw, sending an unexpected thrill through my body. "Next time, you'll listen to me."

His touch lingered for just a moment too long before he pulled back, leaving me breathless and utterly confused.