Chosen by the Don: A Dark Captive Mafia Romance

He didn't choose me. He kept me. One reckless night with a stranger in a bar, and I thought that was the end of it. No name, no number - just a memory I wasn't supposed to keep. Then his men dragged me out of my own flat. Matteo Falcone doesn't explain himself. He doesn't apologize. He locks the door, clasps a bracelet with his initials around my wrist, and tells me exactly how little control I have left - while an engagement to secure his family's empire ticks down in the background like a countdown I'm not invited to survive. I should hate him. I don't. Not entirely. Not when his hand finds the back of my neck like it belongs there. Not when he breaks down a door because he thought I was hurt. Not when I catch him watching me the way I once watched him across a bar, before either of us knew what this was going to cost. He calls it keeping me safe. I call it a cage with very good taste in jewelry. But somewhere between the threats and the truth, the bracelet stopped feeling like a leash - and started feeling like a choice. > Tropes: captive romance, possessive/dominant hero, one-night-stand-to-forced-proximity, arranged marriage subplot, found family, morally grey hero, HEA guaranteed. Contains: explicit sexual content, depictions of violence, kidnapping/captivity themes, power imbalance dynamics between hero and heroine. Intended for adult readers (18+). ---