Jao
I don't chase. Women chase me. I take what I want, and
I never stay long enough for them to think I'm theirs.
But then he happens.
Pablo Gambino. Mafia Boss.
A man everyone fears.
And now, for some twisted reasons, he's set his sights on me.
I hate him. I hate how he looks at me like he knows something I don't.
I hate how he follows me, showing up like he owns the d*mn world.
I hate that, for the first time, someone is chasing me -
and I don't know how to run from him.
And worst of all?
I hate that a part of me doesn't want to run.