A young woman finds herself drawn to another man, unaware that the possessive mafia figure who raised her as a brother is watching every move. As his jealousy surfaces, the line between family loyalty and forbidden desire begins to blur, and the man who swore to protect her may be the one she can't escape.
I've always been close to Daniel. When I was seven, I was kidnapped by a rival family. Daniel brought three men to get me out and took a bullet in his left shoulder in the process.
When he carried me to the car, he covered my eyes with his good hand. Don't look, I'm here now. After that, I'd went crazy
if I went more than five hours without seeing him. Ever since then, Daniel rarely left the city for family business. That changed a few days ago
when the Westbridge faction rebelled, so he had to fly out and handle it himself. He left without even telling me. Five days later, when he came home, I locked him out of my apartment. He tried to comfort me through the door. I bought you that bag you've been eyeing. Open the door, Syrah. I ignored him. Then I heard him make a phone call. A minute later,
someone started picking the lock. If you pick the lock, I'll ice you out for three It's only been five days. Is it really that serious? I grabbed the folder on the table and hurled it at the door, scattering the papers across the floor. The top page read, Deed Nay Paternity Test Report. Victor Morgan and Isabella Morgan
were excluded as the biological parents of Serena Morgan. I stared at it for a long then I gathered the papers, forced myself to stay calm, and opened the door. Wow. You forgave me already? He handed me flowers, a cake, and a solid gold necklace bearing the Morgan family
noticing I was barefoot. Daniel, what are you doing?