She Was Always His Target
When Mia discovers her coffee shop crush is actually a powerful mafia boss who's been orchestrating her life for months, captivity becomes darkly irresistible. Between lies and luxury, safety and seduction, can she trust the man who collected her?
The silk dress wasn't silk. Just polyester pretending to be better.
Mia had made herself forgettable. Messy. Invisible.
But the voice inside her father's study cut like a blade through everything.
Your son stole three million dollars from one of my shipments.
Please. He's young. Stupid. He'll pay it all back.
Money I can replace. The disrespect requires compensation.
The door swung open. Mia stumbled forward, barely caught herself.
Every part of her oriented toward the man sitting by the window.
He was maybe thirty. Beautiful. Dangerous. Completely familiar.
Daniel from the coffee shop. Tuesday and Thursday. But he was Dante Caruso.
You knew me as Daniel. I lied about my name. Everything else was truth.
Six months of meetings. Coffee. Conversation. All planned from the start.
I saw you in a gallery six months ago. You wore a blue dress.
And I decided that I would have you. No matter what it took.
Don't do this. She has nothing to do with Marco's choices.
A gun pressed against her father's temple. Everything changed instantly.
Come here, Mia.
She walked toward him like he was gravity. Like she had no choice.
Pack a bag. Ten minutes. Everything else, I'll provide.
In her room, her hands wouldn't stop shaking as she packed.
She grabbed the silver bird necklace. Wings spread. Freedom.
Something everyone deserves. Except her.
Ready?
They walked to the stairs, her suitcase now in his hands.
What we had in that coffee shop was real. All of it.
You lied about your name. Your identity. Everything.
I lied about the name because I was falling too fast. Too hard.
The black SUV waited outside with its mouth open.
She looked back once. Her father's house was already gone.
Then she stepped into darkness. Into his world. Into forever.