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Terminal brain cancer? Whatever. I sedated the mafia Don I'd loved for ten years, tied him to my bed, and had him. Again and again. He called me shameless. I didn't care. I was dying. Until the hospital called: 'Wrong diagnosis. You're fine.' Oops. Now the Don won't let me go. And he looks… hungry. Chapter 1 I'd been crushing on Caspian Ferretti for ten years. Never had the guts to tell him. Until they diagnosed me with terminal brain cancer. So I tied him up. And had him. Over and over. His eyes were bloodshot as he struggled. "Zoya Carter! Untie me if you've got any guts." I thought he'd throttle me once I let him go. Instead, he took every inch of me, relentless, day and night. "Zoya. Do I look weak to you? You sedated me?" ... I'd been crushing on Caspian for ten years. He wasn't some regular guy next door. He was the sole heir to the Ferretti family. Later became the most feared mafia Don in the city. I watched him grow from a teenager into something cold. Dangerous. The kind of presence that made everyone back away. And I was obsessed. I never said a word. If he rejected me, we'd be finished. Worse, I might not survive it. Until ten days ago, when I collapsed at work and woke up in a hospital. The doctor looked at me with pity. "Terminal brain cancer. Too late. No treatment value." I couldn't just die like that. I hadn't traveled the world. I hadn't had Caspian Ferretti. I was dying anyway. What was one crazy thing on the bucket list? I called Caspian. Asked him to dinner at my place. Except it wasn't my empty house. It was a secret apartment in his name. He used it for deals the family didn't need to know about. I'd set up the security system. Still remembered the code. He was busy. The Ferretti family ran dozens of operations through his hands daily. But he agreed to swing by later. Caspian showed up worn out. Wearing a black cashmere coat, the Ferretti family silver pin at his collar. Cold air clung to him. And red liquid. I found out later I'd called whil
