Lethal Captivation: You Can Never Escape

Chapter 4

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ped right into a deep puddle of filthy water, splashing mud onto

ring blankly ahead as she walked strai

ed out softly, her voice sh

eyebrows pulled together in a tight frown, but he

d bodies, Dante closed the distance. His large ha

gainst the small of her back. The freezing steel

forced the genuine terror into a pathetic, fe

ast Dante's shoulder, pretending the g

voice cracking. "I dropped my conta

over the safety of the Glock. A tiny click echoed in

nsive leather shoes tapping against the pavem

He was casually flipping a solid

it that did not have a single wrinkle. A t

ke angles of his jawline. His black eyes were filled

her. The heavy, oppressive aura radiating from this new ma

ned slightly as Dante turned his head,

. The sheer terror pushed her to

g free from Dante's grip. She stumbled forw

igger, but he jerked the gun away, te

raw, bleeding ankles caused her body to sway violently, forcing her to collapse into a pathetic heap.

alf, pressing her face desperately again

d with dirty tears, her expression a perfe

e clear and utterly broken. "I a

unged the bloody alley in

g chunk of gray ash fell from his

ared at the girl clinging to his

his boss, completely unsure if the girl wa

ud of rich cigar smoke. The gra

lack leather glove, reached out. His index and midd

yes scanned her face like an X-ray, digg

d upward into a highly dangerous, amused smile. He did not expose her lie.

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Lethal Captivation: You Can Never Escape

Ola Wilde Modern

“Two years ago, Chloe witnessed a brutal mafia execution in a desolate Vegas alley. To survive, she pretended to be legally blind, clinging to the ruthless mafia boss's leg and crying for her "Uncle" to take her home. She thought her pathetic acting had fooled the grim reaper. But two years later, her best friend was violently kidnapped, and Chloe was blackmailed into wearing a revealing velvet uniform to serve drinks in a deadly VIP suite. Trembling on the floor, she knelt to pour the whiskey, only to lock eyes with the exact same mafia boss, Axel Stone. He recognized his "blind" little rabbit instantly. When a rival gang leader tried to slap Chloe for spilling a drink, Axel effortlessly caught the man's wrist, nearly breaking it. His pitch-black eyes swept over the fresh bruises on her collarbone, radiating a lethal, territorial fury before he coldly claimed her as his own. Terrified, Chloe fled to a cramped apartment and forged an HIV-positive medical report. She didn't understand why this billionaire predator was so obsessed with a random, helpless college girl. She shoved the fake report against his chest, screaming that she was dirty and infected, desperately waiting for the disgust that would finally set her free. Instead, Axel let out a dark, suppressed laugh and pinned her hard against the mattress, his kiss brutal and punishing. "Even if you are rotting from the inside out, you are mine. If you are going to die, I will go to hell with you." The running game was over, and her true nightmare had just begun.”