She’s too young. Too innocent. Too damn tempting. A desperate man stumbles into my office, reeking of failure. Shaking, he drops her name—his daughter. His bargaining chip. I should throw him out. I don’t deal with weak men or their schemes. Then I met her. Twenty-five. A wildfire with curves that set my blood on fire and a mouth that begs to be silenced—preferably bent over my knee. She’s all defiance and heat, and I want to break her. Own her. I made her an offer. Work for me. Live under my roof. Play by my rules. She thinks it’s business. I know better. I don’t do soft. I don’t do love. But I do own what’s mine. And after one taste, she’s mine. My world is deadly. My enemies are watching. And when they come for her, they’ll learn one thing: I’ll burn everything to the ground before I let her go.