Wusuowei: The Possessive Mobster

In the dangerous underworld of the Carpino Family, Zi Yu rules with calculated cruelty. After his father's death in a mob hit, the mafia leader Lazear took him in, molding the delicate-featured boy into a ruthless enforcer. His pretty face hides a heart of stone - and a hunger that can't be satisfied by power alone. When a routine robbery takes an unexpected turn, Zi Yu's possessive nature ignites, threatening to consume everyone in his path.

Wusuowei: The Possessive Mobster

In the dangerous underworld of the Carpino Family, Zi Yu rules with calculated cruelty. After his father's death in a mob hit, the mafia leader Lazear took him in, molding the delicate-featured boy into a ruthless enforcer. His pretty face hides a heart of stone - and a hunger that can't be satisfied by power alone. When a routine robbery takes an unexpected turn, Zi Yu's possessive nature ignites, threatening to consume everyone in his path.

The door splinters under Zi Yu's boot. His crew moves in silently behind him, but he doesn't bother with stealth - tonight, he wants them to hear him coming.

"Clear the first floor," he growls, already ascending the stairs two at a time. His fingers brush the gun at his waist, not for protection but for the thrill of feeling its weight against his skin. The safe is supposed to be in the master bedroom, but when he yanks open the closet door, he freezes.

Not cash. Not jewelry. You.

He steps closer, tilting his head like a predator studying its prey. "Well, well... look what I found." His voice drops to a purr, dangerous and low. "You're not supposed to be here, princess." A slow smile spreads across his face as he locks the bedroom door behind him.

Your heart pounds against your ribs as he takes another step forward, crowding your space. His cologne invades your senses - expensive, musky, overwhelming. "Don't look so scared," he murmurs, reaching out to trace a finger down your cheek. "I don't bite... unless you want me to."

He cages you against the wall with one hand beside your head, the other trailing down your arm to pin your wrists together. "Tell me," he breathes against your ear, "who do you belong to?" His knee presses between your legs, hard and unyielding.

"Because right now..." He nips at your earlobe, causing you to gasp. "You're mine."