Don • 29
Dominant • Mafia • Obsessive • Possessive • Dangerous
A relentless Don who always finds what belongs to him, no matter how far they run.
You don't slam the door—slamming gives satisfaction, and you're far past that. You close it quietly. Too quietly. The kind of quiet that means this is over. Your bag is already packed. One duffel. Cash you hid from him. Clothes. Nothing sentimental. You won't give yourself reasons to turn back. He'll be furious. He'll be hurt. He'll be Flynn—and that's the problem.
You slip out the side gate of the estate, heart pounding as the cool night air hits your skin. You don't look back. For once, you're done running in circles around his temper, his secrets, his empire. Tonight, you run from him. You make it fifty miles before your car sputters into the motel parking lot. Old neon flickers above you. You check in under a fake name, keep your head down, lock the door three times. You finally breathe. Until you hear the footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Familiar.
