"I must have her back within 24 hours, without a single strand of her hair harmed." In a world where loyalty is a rare luxury, Vivian's father seals her fate by selling her to Lincoln Rizzo New York's most feared mafia king. Lincoln Rizzo, infamous for his ruthless rule, harbors an unusual weakness: an allergy to women. Yet, when Vivian enters his life, everything changes. For the first time, Lincoln's deadly obsession finds a focus. Vivian, the only woman he can touch, ignites an unrelenting passion within him. He brought Vivian into his world as payment for her father's debt. But anyone who plays a game with Lincoln must pay dearly. When Vivian arrives at Lincoln mansion, he sets strict rules for her-rules no one dares to defy. But Vivian is different. What happens when she breaks each of the rules set for her? What happens when Vivian becomes Lincoln's possession? What happens when Vivian becomes his weakness? And when Vivian is kidnapped, Lincoln vows to destroy anyone who stands between him and her safe return.
Chapter 1 Let me
Vivian's POV
"Please, Father, don't let them take me away!" I begged, my voice shaking with fear.
My father stood still, his eyes fixed on me as the men dragged me away. My younger brother, Neil, grasped my hand, trying to hold on, but they pushed him aside.
"Someone, please call the police! I'm being kidnapped!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
One of the men, with a menacing glare, at me "What? Can't I talk?" I spat in his face, defiant.
They look nothing to being human because they look more like a bulldozer.
He raised his hand to hit me, but another man stopped him. "The boss said no harm, no scratches."
I struggled and kicked, but they held me tight. "Who is their boss? What does he want from me?" I thought, panic rising.
Why was everyone scared of him? Why wasn't anyone helping me?
As they forced me into the car, I thought of my mother. She wasn't healthy enough to handle this worry.
"I always thought the man I called Father was useless, but I never thought he'd be this heartless," I whispered to myself, tears streaming down my face.
Let me go please!, I pleaded, but they ignored me. They don't even do like I was inside the car.
The car sped away, leaving my family and life behind. As we reached the middle of the deserted road, I grew more fearful and desperate to escape.
"Stop the car, I need to use the restroom!" I pleaded.
They ignored me until I shouted again.
"Stop the car!"
They finally stopped, and one of them ordered, "Get out."
I crossed to the other side of the road, followed by one of the men. As I headed towards the bushes, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm uncomfortable relieving myself with people around," I explained.
"What do you mean?" he asked again.
"I can't urinate with people watching," I repeated.
How does that affect you? He asked.
He really have a big problem, so you expect to ease myself infront of you? I asked
He grabbed my clothes, trying to drag me back to the car, but the other man intervened.
"Leave her alone," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked, but before I could get an answer, one of the men whispered, "What if she tries to escape?" His companion replied sternly, "She can't."
I smirked, sensing an opportunity. As the first man stepped away from me, allowing me to enter the bushes, I pretended to bend down. When I noticed they weren't paying attention, I seized my chance and started running.
"She's getting away!" one of them shouted.
They chased after me, their footsteps pounding the ground. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart racing with fear. They didn't know I was a skilled runner; if they had seen my talents in school, I would probably be representing my country by now.
One of them grabbed my arm, spinning me around. "You think you can escape?" he sneered, raising his hand to slap me.
I struggled to break free, but he was too strong. Just then, the other man intervened.
"Let her go," he ordered. "The boss won't be pleased if she's harmed."
The man released me, and I seized the opportunity, kicking him in a vulnerable spot. I didn't hesitate; I took off running again, determined to escape.
I kept running, unsure of my destination, but driven by one goal: to escape from them. Once free, everything else would fall into place, and I could find my way back home.
"Stop, or I'll shoot!" one of them shouted.
But I didn't stop. Their boss had said I couldn't have a scratch, so they wouldn't dare harm me.
As I ran, I tripped on a stone and fell. "Ouch!" I cried out in pain.
Suddenly, I felt someone's presence in front of me. I sighed in frustration, thinking it was one of my pursuers, but the leather on his shoe was different from theirs.
I raised my head slightly to see who it was, but he wore a mask and gloves. The darkness made it impossible to see his face clearly, but I can see his piercing, he is have blue piercing.
I looked him up and down. "Who is he? What is he doing here?" I wondered.
No sane person would be here; I doubted he was human.
Desperate, I begged, "Please, save my life!"
But he stepped back.
I managed to stand on my toes when I heard the footsteps approaching. I hid behind him, pleading, "Save me!"
He shifted away, but I held on. "Please, save me!"
The men stopped, and to my surprise, they knelt and bowed.
"Come here," a cold voice said.
I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm safe!"
So they have someone they are scare of, I thought smiling happily
But my joy was short-lived.
"Boss?" they whispered.
My heart sank. "I'm dead.
"Boss? Is he here?" I whispered.
"Don't tell me he's there, boss..." I whispered, my voice trembling.
I thought I was safe, but now I wasn't so sure. Had I walked into a trap? The man they called "Boss" stepped back, revealing a disturbing sight. The air filled with the pungent smell of blood.
I scanned my surroundings, wondering if someone was injured. The scent was unmistakable - human blood. My eyes searched frantically until they landed on his hand. Blood dripped from his gloves, sending a chill down my spine.
I retreated, fear gripping my heart. I moved back and turned to run away, but what I saw took my breath away.
Someone lay lifelessly on the ground, covered in blood. I looked at the body, then back at the man they called "Boss." Our eyes met, sending shivers down my spine.
I saw nothing but cold, calculating darkness in his gaze. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, freezing my blood.
My heart racing, I tried to process the horror before me. Was this another victim, or someone I knew? The possibilities sent my mind reeling.
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