A mafia heir has spent three years searching for the boy who once saved his life, and when he finally finds him, he refuses to let him go. What begins as gratitude deepens into an obsessive, protective bond as the two men navigate the dangerous world of organized crime and the feelings neither expected.
What a pretty little slut. No wonder Lance is obsessed with you. I can't wait to hear what you sound like in bed. Get away from me. You're disgusting.
Don't worry, I'll have you screaming a whole lot louder soon. And don't forget the pictures. I want Lance so disgusted. He throws that slough out himself.
Fine. Don't forget our deal. Of course. You get a cut of the Sinclair arms business
Boss it's that bastard Kevin he dared lay a hand on Tanner No, no. No. No, Lance, you've lost your mind.
You can't kill me. Vincenzo, the biggest godfather on the West Coast, has my back. Touch me and he'll come for you.
Vincenze, the old man can barely walk.