His Discarded Canary Is Now The Boss

After breaking up with the ruthless Don of New York, I booked a cheap motel room in Las Vegas.

I accidentally sent the confirmation text to his number.

He quickly sent me a message.

"He only takes you to a 50-a-night room? Drop him. I never put you in a suite under 20,000."

I didn't reply.

That very night, the heavy door of my motel room was kicked open.

The lethal apex predator, who controlled a massive criminal empire thousands of miles away, suddenly appeared in front of me.

Pinned tightly against the stained sheets, I was completely defenseless against his brutal, punishing passion.