In Love With The Mafia Lord

"Aliya..."

Jordan growled, his deep, masculine voice sending shivers down my spine.

My heart skipped a beat as his words wrapped around me like a cold, unforgiving vice. My legs trembled beneath me, the pain from yesterday's injuries forgotten in the face of fear. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, urging me to flee.

With a Herculean effort, I stumbled out of the room, my broken legs protesting every step.

'F**k off,' I cursed, defying the one person I knew I shouldn't - Jordan Black. He's a monster. He's not someone I should have met in the first place.