Caring for the Mafia Son

. or your f

st words I expect

e, heart hammering, as my gaze met t

h me. His hair was perfectly combed, and his presence-strong, intimidat

," my father said, stepping

confusion and disbeli

of it," the man said smoothly.

n from his pocket. I flinched, my br

p forward. "You marry me. Your father lives. Refuse..

hand darted for my phone. "I'm calling the pol

d backwards until my back hit the wall. One of his men

his voice low, smooth, and dead

nings, the man whose name alone made even hardened criminals shiver... he

, shame and fear immediately replacing the faint conf

id you do?!" M

will address me. I'm being generous. Usually, I would ju

angry. "I am not an

your father decided to borrow millions from

fear, and anger swirled inside me. I had just come back fr

er," he said, his voice calm but dangerous. "Think carefully. If you tell anyone

ways working. If he knew... if he came...The thou

my generosity by refusing outright," he warned. "Tomorrow, you make your choic

two men following silently. The door clicke

is hands trembled as they gripped my arms. "Tomorrow

stammered. "I didn't kno

o much for anger. "Why were you bor

oesn't matter now. Rachel, listen-call Marcus. T

d, tears spilling down my cheeks. "He'

e breaking. "I'll give him what he wants-my organs, my li

y. "But you'll die. I can

written all over his face. "Ye

up my calls, Dad," I tried to joke, but my vo

my cheek. "You're the only t

rds br

my face in his shoulder, trembling as

had to choose between my fat

the city when I heard a sharp knock on the

he nightmare of last night. Dami

the doorway, his suit pristine, eyes cold and sharp. Two men followed sile

is voice smooth, low, and d

dangerous-but I sensed something else too: anticipation. The faint tightening of his jaw t

r stormed into the living room

firmly, standing between us desp

ned. "I didn't hear

apped. "As you can see, she's sta

flickering across his features before he turned cold again

heavily against the floor. My father stumbled back, sti

ce breaking. "Call your br

him toward the door. Damien stood still, watching the scen

but one of Damien's men raised his

id quietly, his tone s

ger and crueler. His face turned pale, sweat glistening on his forehead. Tears blurr

ion. His arms were folded calmly, his expression unreadable. He

volved. But I couldn't bear it anymore. Every cry, every thud of my

!" I

led forward. "I... I'll do it," I whis

ce filled the room.

ing stare. For just a heartbeat, I thought I saw something-

" he said, st

her, and he dropped to

d, reaching for me, pain

freely. "I have to," I whisper

voice calm again. "Get every

world blurred as Damien walked past, his cologne sharp and suffocat

knew my life was