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.
at the end of the street three black cars were parked by the curb then he started walking us slowly eyes locked on the hand around my waist he reached us and grabbed me away from my friend Get in. My friend looked back and forth between us.
I'll drive her home. Don't worry. Then he added. Even if you're her boyfriend, you can't be so controlling. Sorry. I'm her brother.
My sister's still young. She's too trusting and doesn't know how to turn down a stranger. I quickly explained. You've got it wrong.
He's not a stranger. We've known each other for a while. When did you meet him? How? And why didn't you tell me? I was too drunk to process the questions. He took my hand and pulled me away.
By the time I came to my senses, I was already sitting in the passenger seat of his Maybach. Daniel pinched my cheeks. You'd rather get in a stranger's car than call me? I wanted to explain, but the look on his face made me bite my tongue.
He shut the car door and drove onto the main road without saying a word. After two minutes of silence, I finally asked, How did you find me? Did you follow me? You were too drunk to stand, and you leaned against that man.
Do you really think you should be asking me questions now?