His Discarded Canary Is Now The Boss

“After breaking up with the ruthless Don of New York, I booked a cheap motel room in Las Vegas. I accidentally sent the confirmation text to his number. He quickly sent me a message. "He only takes you to a 50-a-night room? Drop him. I never put you in a suite under 20,000." I didn't reply. That very night, the heavy door of my motel room was kicked open. The lethal apex predator, who controlled a massive criminal empire thousands of miles away, suddenly appeared in front of me. Pinned tightly against the stained sheets, I was completely defenseless against his brutal, punishing passion. Just as I completely fell apart, he bit down hard on my earlobe, his voice dripping with sadistic mockery. "Elena, what if your new civilian boyfriend walks in on us right now?" I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, not making a single sound. When the storm finally passed and the dark lust faded from his eyes, I gathered all my shattered courage. We spoke at the exact same time. "I didn't find anyone else. Let's get back-" I spoke with a trembling voice, carrying desperate hope. "Shut up." He reached for the ringing phone on the nightstand. "My companion is checking up on me."”