Tiffany

I came to this island asylum for one reason:
twenty thousand dollars.

A job. Three months. No questions asked.

But the moment I signed, they locked a steel cuff around my ankle.
The other end belongs to him.

He's not a patient. He's a monster.
Mob heir. Thirty bodies, broken by hand.
The scars on his face tell me exactly what he's capable of.

He refuses to even look at my file.
Instead, he demands one thing:
I sleep in his bed.
I stay within three meters.
Or the chain delivers a shock that drops me to my knees.

He calls me little rabbit.
He says if I run, he'll cut off my foot.
And last night, when another inmate tried to drag me into a corner—
he nearly killed a man with his bare hands.

So yes, he's my only protection on this floating prison.
But that's the trap, isn't it?

Because when his lips brush my neck in the dark,
when he wraps that stolen blanket around my frozen body,
I almost forget—
I'm not his partner.

I'm his leash-trained toy.

And the worst part?
I'm starting to want him to keep me.

I sold myself for $50,000.

My uncle’s belt taught me that home is hell. So when I saw the ad—$50k for three months as a prison “mental coach”—I signed without reading the fine print.

Big mistake.

I’m not a coach. I’m the 51st volunteer. And I’m being locked inside a cell with him.

A mafia heir. A convicted killer. The most dangerous inmate in maximum security.

On our first night, he pins me against the wall. “Here, my word is law.”

He says I’m just a tool for his early release. He says he’ll protect me—if I obey.

I try to hate him. But when other inmates try to touch me, he breaks their bones. When I wake up screaming from nightmares, he pulls me into his bed and holds me until I stop shaking.

He calls me his.

Now the project is falling apart. Enemies are closing in. And I have to choose:

Run back to my uncle’s belt… or stay and let the monster own me.

Because the only way out of his cell… is through his heart.

The first thing he said to me was, "Do you know how to suck cock?"

I was his new nurse. He was a mafia heir doing time.

They told me to run. I stayed. Because I had nothing left to lose.

Now I live in his cell. Sleep in his bed. Patch up his wounds while he whispers exactly what he wants to do to me.

He says I belong to him. His property. His toy.

But when five inmates corner me in the laundry room, he kills them all. Breaks their bones with his bare hands. Then stumbles back to me bleeding and whispers, "Are you hurt?"

That’s when I stopped being afraid.

That’s when I knew I was already his.

Problem is — there's another man on this island. A cop who wants me to betray him.

If I say yes, I save myself.
If I say no, I might finally get the love I never had.

But here? Love gets you killed.