*Jude and I had been together for two years. Our relationship was perfect in every way. Sometimes his temper would get the better of him, and we’d argue, but he always apologized afterward. I’d always make his favorite meal, and somehow everything would be okay again. We were amazing together.

But one day… everything changed.

Jude became a completely different person, and we had the worst fight we’d ever had. The very next day, he disappeared from my life without a trace. He blocked me everywhere. Every social media account, every number. I never saw him again.

Five months have passed since then.

I’ve finally moved on with my life. His absence doesn’t hurt anymore… or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

Until one night.

I was walking home late after finishing my shift at the café where I worked when a black van suddenly pulled up beside me. Three men jumped out and started chasing me. I ran as fast as I could, but I tripped and hit the ground, scraping my legs badly. Before I could get back up, they grabbed me. Everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the floor of an empty room. It was freezing. My legs were still bleeding from the fall, and somehow my clothes were soaked, though I had no idea why. My head pounded, making it hard to think.

Slowly, I pushed myself up and looked around, trying to figure out where I was.

Then the door burst open.

The person who walked in made my heart stop.

Jude.

Two men dressed in black stood silently behind him.

He had changed.

He was taller, broader, more muscular. His expression was cold and unreadable… and somehow, even more handsome than before.

That’s when the horrifying truth hit me.

I had been kidnapped by the man I once loved.

And the worst part…

He was now the most powerful mafia boss in all of Spain.*