His Discarded Canary Is Now The Boss

After breaking up with the ruthless Don of New York, I booked a cheap motel room in Las Vegas.

I accidentally sent the confirmation text to his number.

He quickly sent me a message.

"He only takes you to a 50-a-night room? Drop him. I never put you in a suite under 20,000."

I didn't reply.

That very night, the heavy door of my motel room was kicked open.

The lethal apex predator, who controlled a massive criminal empire thousands of miles away, suddenly appeared in front of me.

Pinned tightly against the stained sheets, I was completely defenseless against his brutal, punishing passion.

Just as I completely fell apart, he bit down hard on my earlobe, his voice dripping with sadistic mockery.

"Elena, what if your new civilian boyfriend walks in on us right now?"

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, not making a single sound.

When the storm finally passed and the dark lust faded from his eyes, I gathered all my shattered courage.

We spoke at the exact same time.

"I didn't find anyone else. Let's get back—" I spoke with a trembling voice, carrying desperate hope.

"Shut up." He reached for the ringing phone on the nightstand. "My companion is checking up on me."