The Underboss's Most Loyal Dog

His voice was low and husky. Even over the phone, I could picture that wicked smirk on his lips, the way his sharp, stunning eyes would darken when they landed on me.

I chuckled indulgently. "Anything."

A moment of silence.

Then—"Alessia, if I win the championship, tonight, you're mine."

The race began.

Through the warehouse's high windows, I watched Silas put on his helmet, his hands gripping the steering wheel. His expression was sharp, determined, utterly focused.

His driving was flawless, and he crossed the finish line a full car length ahead of the competition as the final results blazed across the scoreboard.

CHAMPION!!!

Only then did he emerge from the car, bathed in deafening cheers and camera flashes.

And in the chaos, his eyes found mine.

I mouthed the word: "Congratulations."

He grinned, mouthing back.

"Now, you're mine."

Tonight belonged to Silas.

By the time the post-race interviews were over, it was late.

Outside, a light rain was falling.

I had just turned into the dim alley leading to the parking lot when a hand grabbed me—yanking me into a muscle car.

"Trying to run again?"

The night air carried the clean scent of rain, but his body was scorching hot.

One word burned in my mind: restless.

I tensed, but he just held me tighter.

Sighing, I relented. "I wasn't running. You were still in your interview, so I went to take care of something. I didn't expect you to finish so quickly—"

"You always say the right things, but no one ever really knows what you're thinking."

His arms locked around me from behind, and he kissed my ear.

His warm breath ghosted over my hair, each exhale leaving a trail of tingles.

"The interview wasn't over. I got bored and left. I wanted to see you."

A twenty-one-year-old with boundless energy.

Under the dim car lights, he kissed me, inch by inch.

Then—his teeth grazed my neck, his sharp canines pressing in just enough to leave a faint sting.

"Alessia, you promised." His voice was laced with playful mockery. "I won. How are you going to reward me tonight?"

"I—" My vision swam.

I blinked hard, forcing back the tears that welled from the sheer intensity of it all.

Just as my vision cleared, two painfully familiar figures appeared.

"I told you, Vincent! This is Silas Kane's car!"

A second later, Gigi leaned down and tapped on the car window, her voice bright and eager.

"Mr. Kane! I'm a huge fan! Can you sign an autograph for me and my boyfriend?"

Gigi was close—just inches away.

Logically, she couldn't see inside the car.

But under her expectant gaze, my entire body went rigid.

Behind me, Silas let out a low, rough laugh. "You're nervous?"

His teeth left my skin.

Before the sting could register, it was replaced by a wet, lingering touch.

His breathing quickened, fanning across the back of my neck.

"If you're so afraid of being caught, why did you come to me in the first place?"

His tone dropped—teasing and dangerous. "Or... I could just roll down the window and tell them to fuck off. What do you think?"

For the first time, I glimpsed the untamable madness lurking just beneath his playful smirk.