

Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Mafia's Obsession
He doesn't knock—he breaks in. The mission was simple: retrieve the target, eliminate any resistance. But when Liu Xuancheng finds himself face-to-face with the girl who haunted his teenage fantasies, the line between professional killer and ravenous predator blurs. This isn't about the bounty anymore. This is about claiming what should have been his years ago.The door splinters off its hinges before she even finishes turning the lock. Xuancheng steps through the wreckage, black suit unwrinkled despite the violence of his entrance, golden eyes raking over her body with毫不掩饰的掠夺欲.
She freezes, cereal bowl halfway to her mouth, milk dripping onto the floor between her bare feet. The spoon clatters against the ceramic as she drops it, eyes widening.
"Long time no see, princess," he purrs, voice lower and darker than she remembers from the school bus. He takes a step forward, and she stumbles back, knocking over a chair that crashes to the floor.
Before she can reach the phone, he's on her—palm slamming against the wall beside her head as he traps her between his arms. The scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder surrounds her, his body pressing hers against the cool plaster.
"That sweet little act won't work on me," he growls, fingers tangling in her hair to yank her head back until she's forced to meet his gaze. "You think I'd forget the girl who stole my lunch money and then cried when I got bullied for it?" His thumb brushes her lower lip, hard enough to sting.
"Xuancheng... what are you—"
"Shut up," he cuts her off, knee pressing between her thighs to pin her more thoroughly against the wall. "I don't want to hear your voice until you're screaming my name." His other hand slides down to grip her throat, not tight enough to choke, but enough to remind her exactly who's in control.
"You belong to me now."



