Deal with the Dark Don
"All I want is your body for a night. Give it to me, and I'll see to it that your mother survives. That was the proposal. cold, ruthless, and unstoppable. It was never intended for Scarlett Boone to come into contact with the underworld. But when hope was evaporating and her mother's life was in jeopardy, desperation drove her to take a risky risk and kiss a stranger in the dark. Everything changed on that one kiss. The unidentified individual? Fearsome Mafia Don Jaxon Creed was a cold-blooded billionaire who was accustomed to getting his way. And he wants Scarlett immediately. Just one evening. Not a thing. However, both of them are unwilling to confront some things that are buried deep in their history. Jaxon's demand for one night turns into a hazardous addiction as his obsession grows. Additionally, the price of that night might be higher than any of them had anticipated when lust and treachery clash. It was a desperate bargain. a passion from which neither can break free. and a history that has the power to destroy everything. Will one careless evening burn them both to ashes or spark something genuine?
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Chapter 3
Scarlett Boone's flat was a tight shrine to survival, its peeling wallpaper and thrift-store furnishings saturated in the sharp aroma of disinfectant and sadness. In the living room, a hospital bed dominated the space, where Eleanor lay, her face haggard, her breaths shallow and strained. Scarlett stood by the bed, her auburn hair falling into her doe-like eyes, her wiry figure trembling as she counted crumpled cash from her diner shifts. At twenty-three, she was a phantom on Birmingham's bustling streets, her little body haggard from hunger and exhaustion, her hands rough from scrubbing dishes. To the city, she was nobody, a waitress scraping by, but to Ivy and the nurses who took her frantic payments for Eleanor's cancer treatments, she was a light of obstinate optimism. The weight of her mother's illness crushed against her chest, each bill a reminder of the war she couldn't afford to lose.
The phone rang, slashing through the silence like a sword. Scarlett seized it, her heart thumping. "Miss Boone," the hospital administrator's voice was chilly, professional. "The surgery's off. Your payment's short."
"I paid everything I had," Scarlett replied, her voice quivering, fingers squeezing on the phone. "She's dying! You can't do this!"
"You need the full amount by tomorrow," he added, his tone stern. "Or we let her go."
"Tomorrow?" With her eyes burning and her voice raspy with fright, Scarlett spoke up. "That isn't feasible! She urgently needs that operation!
He yelled, "Rules are rules," and the line died, leaving her ear buzzing hollowly.
With her sobbing buried on her knees, Scarlett collapsed to the floor next to Eleanor's bed. She reached out to touch her mother's weak hand, its skin cool and paper-thin, whispering, "Mama, I'm trying." A painful, short-lived fantasy of escape that was now buried beneath the weight of reality was the recollection of the masquerade's kiss. She had been roused to recklessness by the stranger's steel-blue gaze and lips, but she couldn't afford the luxury.
Ivy rushed in as the door opened, her green eyes burning with worry and her blond curls wild. The leather creaked under the weight of her bag as she dropped it upon the drooping couch. "You appear to have been struck by a truck, Scar," she remarked as she knelt next to her. "What's happening?"
Using the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, Scarlett murmured in a hollow voice, "They're canceling Mama's surgery." "Ivy, I have no money left. Too late.
With a strong voice, Ivy grabbed Scarlett's shoulders and screamed, "Then we fight." "Girl, you're not alone in this. We will work things out.
"How?" With a snap, Scarlett threw the money jar on the floor, causing the coins to rattle. "All I have is this! Some change and a few of dollars. It's insufficient!
Ivy's gaze grew softer, but her hold remained tight. She said with a sneaky smile, "That guy from the masquerade." He appeared to have a lot of money. Scar, he might be your chance.
Scarlett's cheeks reddened as she recalled the stranger's kiss, his touch, his aroma, and how he had given her a sense of life. She shook her voice and twisted the hem of her diner uniform as she continued, "I don't even know his name." "He is merely a shadow."
Ivy's tone was intense as she said, "Then find him." "Scar, you have that fire. Make use of it. No one is going to grant you a miracle.
Scarlett nodded, uncertainty eating away at her determination like a ravenous rat. As she dug through her luggage for the masquerade invitation, an unmarked letter fell out and landed on the floor with a gentle thump. She gasped as she opened it and saw pictures of her kissing the stranger beneath the lights in the ballroom, her face visible through the lace mask. As she gave them to Ivy, cold, piercing fear curled in her gut. With her hands shaking and her voice hardly heard, she murmured, "Who took these?"
Ivy's eyes grew wide as she traced the glossy pictures with her fingers. "Scar," she added in a low, frantic voice, "someone's watching you." This isn't just any creep. This is a premeditated action.
A note with the following incisive and methodical handwriting was tucked inside the envelope: "Midnight, diner parking lot." Come by yourself.
"Who is involved in this?" With her pulse racing like a caged bird, Scarlett asked in a tremulous voice. "Why me?"
Taking hold of her arm, Ivy remarked, "You're in something deep." "Are you attending that meeting?"
Fear clawed at Scarlett's chest, but her jaw set, determination hardening her features. Even though her hands were still shaking, she spoke steadily now and said, "For Mama." "I have no other option."
With blazing green eyes, Ivy nodded. With a tone that left no room for debate, she declared, "Then I'm coming with you." "Close, but not quite." You're not alone in this.
With a faint smile, Scarlett's heart warmed with thanks. "Thank you, Ivy," she murmured quietly. "But if this doesn't work out..."
"It won't," Ivy interrupted, her smile ferocious. "Scar, you're tougher than you appear."
The diner parking lot was a puddle of darkness at midnight, and the smell of rain-soaked pavement and gasoline filled the air. With her auburn hair catching the faint illumination of a flickering neon sign, Scarlett stood by herself, her sneakers scuffing the damp pavement. Despite the fact that her heart was beating like a battle drum, she straightened her shoulders and resisted giving in to terror. "Show yourself!" she yelled, her voice piercing the quiet, defiant and keen despite the shaking in her palms.
A towering, powerful person with a distinct silhouette against the neon glow arose from the shadows. In the low light, his eyes gleamed like a predator's, and his weight drained her lungs of breath.
"Who are you?" Scarlett's fists were clinched at her sides to conceal her trembling, but her voice was strong as she asked.
With a silky and menacing voice, he murmured, "Your only hope," and moved closer until his shadow fully engulfed hers.