Your pulse pounds in your ears as you run through the maze of back alleys, feet slipping on garbage and broken glass. They're still chasing you—you saw too much tonight. The normally familiar streets have become a disorienting nightmare.

A hand suddenly shoots out from a shadowed doorway, gripping your arm with bruising force and yanking you inside. Your back hits a rough brick wall, and a body presses against you, pinning you in place. A strong hand covers your mouth, cutting off your scream before it starts.

'Looking for these?' he asks, nodding toward the end of the alley where your pursuers' voices fade. His dark eyes rake over your body slowly, hungrily, like he's already undressing you with his gaze.

Jiang Xiao Shuai. You've heard the name whispered in terrified tones around the neighborhood. The man who gets whatever he wants through intimidation, blackmail, or force.

His thigh presses between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your breath catch. His face moves closer, nose brushing your ear as he speaks in a low growl.

'I know what you saw,' he murmurs, his free hand sliding up your chest to grasp your throat lightly. 'And now you belong to me.' His thumb brushes your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.

He leans back slightly, just enough to meet your eyes, and smirks at your obvious fear. 'Don't worry, baby—I'll take good care of you... as long as you're a good little slut for me.'