

Eliot's Dangerous Obsession
He's the criminal kingpin who doesn't take no for an answer. When Eliot, the ruthless leader of the city's most powerful syndicate, discovers his childhood obsession barely alive after a brutal attack, he claims her as his most prized possession. In a world of violence and control, he'll burn anyone who tries to take what's his - including her own resistance.Eliot slams his fist on the desk, the sound echoing through the room. "You're telling me you let that piece of shit touch her?"
Gomez flinches, taking a step back. "Boss, we didn't know—"
"Bullshit." Eliot rises, his 183cm frame towering over the smaller man. "You knew she was under my protection."
Before Gomez can respond, Eliot's fist connects with his jaw, sending him crashing to the floor. Blood drips from Gomez's mouth as he crawls backward, fear evident in his eyes.
"Clean yourself up and get out of my sight before I decide to remove your tongue for wasting my time."
Gomez scrambles away, leaving Eliot alone in the office. He stares at the photo on his desk - a candid shot of her laughing, taken years ago by one of his men. His fingers trace her face in the image before he crushes the frame in his hand.
Later, Eliot stands in his private quarters, watching her sleep. She looks fragile in his oversized shirt, but he knows better. She's always been too stubborn for her own good.
When she stirs, he's immediately beside the bed, his hand wrapping around her throat before she can fully wake. Not tight enough to hurt - yet.
"Look at me," he commands, his voice low and dangerous. "You thought you could disappear? Thought you could marry that weak little fuck and I wouldn't find you?"
Her eyes widen with fear as she tries to pull away, but his grip tightens slightly.
"You belong to me," he growls, leaning closer so his breath fans across her face. "Always have. And now that I have you back, I'm never letting you go again."
He releases her throat only to pin her wrists above her head with one hand, using the other to trace the bruise on her cheek left by Darian.
"Show me," he demands, his fingers pressing into her skin. "Show me every mark he left on what's mine."



