Chapter 6

• Mey's POV
• My new husband's first words to me were, "Don't run." His second words were, "You won't make it past the door." The irony was, three months ago, I'd been the one sneaking out of his bed at dawn. Now here he was, buying me from Justin like I was property.
• I had thought about him so often since then—too many to count. How he kissed me, touched me, ordered me around, and fucked me. He left me a whimpering mess. That night, three months ago, I was the one sneaking out of the VIP room after a magical pleasure-filled night. Today, he is the man buying me from my husband. He owns me.
• How many times had I moaned his name thinking about our night? How many times had I touched myself to the memory of him? He was the kind of man you don’t forget.
• Sweet sin. That is the nickname I'd given him. A memory I couldn't erase. Now, he was standing in front of me in a fancy suit, buying me from my husband.
• I looked away quickly, trying to steady my breath, but my mind raced. I remembered Amy’s words from three months ago: “Be careful. He’s the mafia king. He’s danger and death with a dashing smile and an expensive suit.”
• Mafia? Mafia’s kill people, right?
• I forced myself not to look at him again, but I couldn’t help it. My eyes flicked to him once more, meeting his dark gaze. He was different now. There was no softness in his expression, no trace of the man I had known. He was a stranger, but also familiar, and that only made the panic in my chest grow.
• I felt Justin’s hand on my arm, pulling me forward. “Go pack, sweetheart,” he said with that sneer in his voice, but his words were more venomous than usual. “You don’t want to keep your new husband waiting.”
• A cold chill ran down my spine at the way Justin said those words, and I couldn’t stop the wave of dread that washed over me. I felt trapped, cornered. His presence suffocated me, and I had to get out.
• What’s happening? Why am I being handed over to him?
• I tried to take a step back, my gaze darting to the door, to the hallway, anywhere. Could I run? The thought flashed, and I almost believed it for a second. But there was no way out—not now.
• Does he want to kill me?
• I clenched my fists, the realization crashing into me. This wasn’t just about a business deal anymore. This was real. My new life was being thrust into the hands of a man who could end it as easily as he could snap his fingers.
• But as Justin pushed me towards Lucas, I felt something else stir within me—something I didn’t expect. A faint sense of relief. Relief that it was him. He was here, and though everything in me screamed that this was wrong, some small part of me felt… safer in his presence than in Justin’s.
• I took a breath, though it didn’t ease the pressure in my chest.
• Lucas stood there, his gaze unreadable. Then, to my surprise, he stepped forward, his hand extending, and I found myself caught in the web of his gaze. The touch of his fingers on my arm sent a jolt through me, and I nearly flinched before I realized I was now fully in his grasp.
• His touch, though commanding, felt more like an anchor. I felt the tension in my body ease just a fraction. Maybe it was because I knew him—or had known him—or maybe it was because being with Lucas felt like stepping into a world I couldn’t deny. A world I didn’t want to fight anymore.
• “Let’s go, Miss Mey,” he said, his voice calm, yet laced with authority. His words held a strange comfort, the same comfort I’d sought that night three months ago.
• He wasn’t like Justin. He wasn’t like the others. But what was he?
• Justin’s voice broke the moment, still as mocking as ever. “Don’t be too disappointed when he gets bored of you, sweetheart. Men like him get tired quickly.”
• I flinched, but Lucas didn’t react. He just scooped up my suitcase and turned to guide me out with a simple head gesture.
• Outside, it felt colder than it should have. I slipped a little as we descended the steps.
• As we walked down the steps, I stumbled a little, the sharp edge of my heel catching on the stair edge. My right ankle gave out, the world briefly swirled while I struggled to balance the fall.
• “Shit,” I hissed as the pain shot through my body.
• Before I could steady myself, Lucas was there. His arms were around me before I even realized it, lifting me effortlessly off the ground.
• "Are you alright?" He spoke softly, and you could feel his worry.
• In an attempt to conceal the shame that seared my cheeks, I nodded. "I'm all right. "Just a little clumsy."
• His brows narrowed and he said, "You're not fine. I'll take you to the car."
• His grip tightened as he lifted me with ease. The strange mix of tenderness and dominance in his touch stirred something inside me. I didn’t fight him. He’s a mafia king. A part of me still hasn’t made sense of that.
• I was in his arms, and it felt safer than I expected. And yet, at the same time, my mind raced. What was I doing?
• He carried me to the waiting convoy of cars, his gaze unwavering, almost possessive as he ushered me into the back seat. I settled onto the leather, my ankle throbbing, but the discomfort was nothing compared to the whirlwind in my head.
• Lucas adjusted the seatbelt around me, he lingered a moment longer. God! He smelt amazing. I bit my lip, fighting every sexual thought in my head. Something about being afraid of this man makes me needy. Was it the memories, or was it just him? I should hate him, he bought me from Justin. The moment his eyes met mine, a small, teasing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
• “Missed me?” he asked, his voice smooth.
• I blushed, unable to look away from him.
• The drive to his house was quiet. I could feel him watching me, but I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye.
• My mind was too preoccupied that I didn't notice the car pulling into a residential estate. When we arrived,.
• He helped me out of the car, being gentle with my broken ankle. "Does your ankle hurt?" he asked, still supporting my weight. Before I could answer, he added, "Better get used to my touch. You're mine now. My wife now - in every way. You belong to me, little angel."
• He guides me into the house.
• "Sit." One word from Lucas and I perched on his bed. "Let me see that ankle."
• Through the open door, I watched another guard pass by - the fifth one I'd seen in ten minutes. Growing up, I'd thought my father’s security detail was intense. But this? This was like being inside a military base disguised as a mansion. And at the center of it all was the man now gently cradling my foot, the same man who could probably order my death with a snap of his fingers.
• "Relax," he said finally, touching my ankle. I winced. "I’ll take care of that ankle. Don’t worry."
• His words were meant to reassure me, but they only served to unsettle me further. This was the man who had haunted my thoughts for the last three months. This was the man I had tried to forget, but he was here now.
• He crouched in front of me, lifting my leg to examine my bruised ankle. "It’ll heal."
• Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Lucas got up, leaving me in the room without another word.
• Lucas’ POV
• I left Mey seated on the bed, Judas had an urgent message for me. Heading out of the room, I closed the door behind me and found Judas waiting. He handed me a file. As I opened it, I glanced at the contents, my eyes scanning over each page. Upon reaching the final sheet, I froze, the blood in my veins turning to ice.
• "You’ve got to be kidding me," I muttered, my eyes flicking back to Judas.
• "This can’t be real."
• Judas didn’t speak. Instead, he simply watched me, waiting for my reaction. But this wasn’t what I had expected. There, staring back at me in black and white, was the name of her father—Lyle Moretti.
• Lyle Moretti had been one of the worst enemies we’d ever dealt with in the mafia world. We’d wiped out his entire operation three years ago. We’d even buried him in a grave so deep that no one would ever find it.
• Yet here was his daughter, sitting in my home, claiming to be the same innocent woman who had just stumbled into my life.
• Her father was dead. I’d made sure of it. But this? This was a new level of madness. She wasn’t just a pawn in this game. She was more—so much more.
• Her entire family’s ties to the mafia were deeper than I could have ever imagined. And now she was mine.
• I closed the file with a snap and turned to Judas. "Prepare for tomorrow. We need answers. And I want them now."
• Judas nodded, turning to leave. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was no coincidence.
• Mey wasn’t just some woman Justin had bought. She was a lot more dangerous than either of us could have predicted. She’s my worst enemy's daughter, the universe must be laughing.