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The boy from the club seemed nice. He was supposed to give me my first kiss, but instead, I’m in a dark alley, and he and his friends have knives. They rip my clothes, and two of them hold me down as the other undoes his trousers. I’m sobbing, and pleading, and wishing there was someone, anyone to help. Then a tall man with a deep voice, commands, “Stop.” Moments later, I’m covered with their blood, and shaking. My saviour wraps me in his warm suit jacket, and helps me up.

My billionaire boss caught me reading a very spicy book when I should have been working… The price of keeping my job? One night as his fake date. We’ve all read a book so good we couldn’t help sneaking just one more page, right? Mr Blackwood is dangerous - a London mafia boss - and was scheduled to be out all afternoon. When my favorite daydream is absent, I make do with fiction. I thought I was going to be sacked, or worse, for sure. But when I begged him, he looked at me severely and told me his conditions: I have to attend an event with him this evening and pretend to be his fiancee.

I have an excruciating crush on this man who comes into the coffee shop. Every day. He's older, gorgeous, perfectly dressed. He has a Russian accent and silver eyes. On my last shift, I stop him as he's walking out. Just to say I don't know. I love you, marry me, and let me have your babies? Thanks for the generous tips, have a nice life?

He's powerful, gorgeous, twice my age… and obsessed with me? I might be an innocent runaway, but I’m at my friend’s funeral to avenge her murder by the mafia boss: King. He has other ideas. I should have guessed he’d retaliate with kidnap. Now I'm under his control, still intent on his demise, and honestly so turned on I could cry. When he offers me pleasure, I can't refuse.

I watched her. I was patient. Now she's mine to claim. Helping the most dangerous mafia boss in London was a risk, but I didn't expect to see his handsome face everywhere afterwards. I fall asleep to dreams of my escape tomorrow, cupcakes, and the ice blue eyes of my stalker who leaves me presents. I awake to gunshots. A hand over my mouth. In a blur of noise and smoke, he steals me away. The kingpin treats me like a captive princess and I'm conflicted. He's older than me, experienced. It's wrong to desire him and not the freedom I've been planning. So I creep out of the luxurious bedroom.

For six months we repeated this pattern, the attraction shimmering between us, hot and wrong. He kidnapped me. On a lonely night back at home, I wake to the stab of a needle. The last thing I remember is Mr Crosse shooting my attacker and scooping me up. When I come to, I'm trapped with him in his bedroom, and... Oh, ground swallow me I think I confessed my love while out-of-it. Now my ex's dad wont let me leave.

At the altar, I silently plead for someone to save me from a marriage I don’t want. And just my luck—nothing happens. Then, when the priest asks if anyone objects to this marriage, the church doors are thrown open, a tall, older man with ice-blue eyes and air of casual wealth and power, stalks in, and says, “I'm taking this.” He carries me out of the church over his shoulder. Kingpin Zane Bethnal might have saved me, but it turns out, I’m in his debt.

I didn't know he has been watching me all this time. I had a plan to escape. Everything is going perfectly at my wedding rehearsal dinner until he turns up. The Kingpin. Twenty years older. Dark, dangerous, gorgeous. I was going to get out of this arranged marriage, but he steals me away. I want freedom. He wants me. We make a deal. If I can escape, he'll let me go. If I can't, I'll be his to do with as he likes for twenty-four hours. A thirty second head start and a key.

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