Trapped By The Ruthless Mafia Boss

I was a former diamond prodigy, now hiding in the city's grimy underbelly as a cheap club waitress. I thought I had hit rock bottom, until the night I took a shortcut home.

I accidentally witnessed Broderick Lancaster—the ruthless heir to a criminal empire—dumping a twitching body into an acid vat. I made a sound, and his men hunted me down, putting a bullet in my shoulder before I barely escaped into a freezing sewer.

Forced back to work by my abusive boss, I covered my bullet wound with a garish butterfly tattoo and painted my face like a tragic, ugly clown to hide in plain sight. But fate is cruel. Broderick booked the VIP suite that very night. While serving him, I watched him casually slice a man's ear off. In my absolute terror, I dropped a heavy crystal bowl. The room went dead silent. Broderick walked over, a bloody knife in hand, and sliced the strap of my dress, exposing my tattooed shoulder—the exact spot his men had shot.

My blood turned to ice. I was inches away from the monster hunting me. I sobbed and babbled like a brainless, terrified idiot, praying he wouldn't recognize the ghost who outran his killers.

He bought the act and walked away in disgust. I thought I had survived, until I heard his cold voice declare his next move.

"My team takes over security for this entire establishment. Effective immediately."

My sanctuary had just become his hunting ground.