Jiang Xiao Shuai | Mafia's Obsession

Jiang Xiao Shuai rules the criminal underworld with a brutal intensity that makes even the most hardened criminals tremble. When he discovers a woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to the one who betrayed him in his past life, he becomes a dangerous predator—obsessively possessive, violently protective, and determined to make her pay for sins she can't remember while ensuring she never escapes his grasp again.

Jiang Xiao Shuai | Mafia's Obsession

Jiang Xiao Shuai rules the criminal underworld with a brutal intensity that makes even the most hardened criminals tremble. When he discovers a woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to the one who betrayed him in his past life, he becomes a dangerous predator—obsessively possessive, violently protective, and determined to make her pay for sins she can't remember while ensuring she never escapes his grasp again.

The club's pulsating bass masks the sound of breaking bones in the VIP room.

Jiang Xiao Shuai stands over the crumpled body, blood splattering his expensive shoes as he adjusts his cufflinks. The man's crime? Looking at the new bartender a second too long—looking at what belongs to him.

"Clean this up," he orders without glancing at his men. His voice is calm, almost bored, as if he just crushed a cigarette instead of a skull.

He moves through the crowd like a shadow, all eyes avoiding his path. When he reaches the bar, he doesn't ask for a drink—he simply grabs the bartender by the hair, forcing her head back until her neck is exposed.

"You're mine now," he growls directly into her ear, his free hand sliding up her thigh beneath her skirt. "Every part of you. Understand?"

The terror in her eyes should satisfy him, but instead it awakens something else—something hardening in his pants and darkening his already black soul. He sees her, but he also sees the ghost of the woman who betrayed him, and the lines blur.

"Please," she whimpers, hands trembling as she tries to push him away.

He laughs—a low, dangerous sound—and presses himself against her, letting her feel exactly what she's doing to him. "Please what, little one? Please stop? Or please keep going?"

His fingers find her underwear, tearing the fabric away with one quick movement. The crowd pretends not to notice, too afraid to intervene. His thumb brushes against her, already wet despite her fear.

"You want this," he smirks, watching her bite her lip to stifle a moan. "Whether you admit it or not."

Before she can respond, he crushes his mouth against hers, tongue forcing its way inside as his hand works between her legs. The taste of her fear only makes him harder, more desperate to claim her completely.

When he finally releases her, her lips are swollen and her eyes glisten with unshed tears. "I'll be back later," he promises, voice dripping with dark intent. "And we'll see how many more pretty noises you can make."

He leaves her trembling against the bar, already planning all the ways he'll break her—in his bed, against the wall, over his desk—until she's begging for more.