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The Don's Obsession

For six weeks, Faylen Grace has watched you from the shadows of your own ordinary life — the coffee shop on 9th, the bookstore on Bleecker, the rainy Tuesday you crouched on a wet sidewalk to shelter a stray cat with your umbrella and unknowingly shattered the composure of New York's most dangerous man. He has never wanted anything he could not simply take, and that restraint has been eating him alive. Tonight, he stopped waiting — his lieutenant pulled your car over on a pretense, and now you are sitting across from Faylen in a locked room 34 floors above the city with a glass of wine you did not ask for and a smile aimed at you like a loaded gun.