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 went home, shaking like a leaf. I locked the report away in the back of my drawer, deciding to stop causing Daniel any After dinner, Daniel still hadn't come back. Samuel had left a plate of food for Ten o'clock ticked by, then eleven. Food was already cold by then.
I finally called Daniel. He picked up before I spoke. I heard talking and glasses chinging in the background. Dude, who's calling? I bet it's your sister telling you to go home. Can't help it. She's too needy.
Then he put the phone to his ear. It's barely ten. You're already calling? I tensed up. No, no. Stay out as long as you want.
What's that supposed to mean? Looking at the cold food, I said cautiously. If you're not coming home, I'll have Samuel clear the table. So you're using that as an excuse to get me home?
Fine. I'll be back. If it had been before, I would have locked the door and gone to bed, then given him the cold shoulder the next day. But I didn't dare anymore.
I wasn't a Morgan. I had no right to throw a fit. I stayed on the couch, planning to heat up his dinner for him, but ended up doozing off as I waited.
A while later, I was scooped up. Daniel's strong arms supported my back and knees. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and opened my eyes. His eyes were blazing with anger.
Sarah, how could you put your health at risk just to get me home?