Captive. Claimed. Protected by the devil himself.
I'm Tyson Hughes' right hand. Collector. Enforcer. Executioner. When a low-level idiot tries to clear his debt by offering up his own nephew, I expect a clean transaction. A body to move. A message to send. Business.
I don't expect Kellen. Bruised. Beautiful. Untouched by this world in ways that make my jaw lock. He looks at me like I'm either the devil come to claim him... or the only thing standing between him and worse. Taking him wasn't part of the plan. Delivering him to Tyson would've been easier. Smarter. Safer. Instead, I claim him.
Now he's living under my roof, breathing my air, learning the rules of a world I don't sugarcoat. I'm not a hero. I don't rescue people. I own what's mine. I protect it. And I destroy anyone stupid enough to threaten it. But the deeper I pull Kellen into my life—into the violence, the loyalty, the blood that binds us—the harder it is to tell where captivity ends... and desire begins.
When the debt comes due, I'll have to choose. Tyson's empire. Or the young man I claimed without mercy—and refuse to let go.
WARNING: Intended for readers 18+. Dark MM mafia romance. Possessive antihero. Captor/captive tension, dubious consent. High heat. Guaranteed HEA. No cheating.
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