mafiaage-gappossessive

Stranger love me deeply

4 chapters

~10 min read

He called her his Lady Python in the dark, his thumb tracing the frantic pulse at her jaw. She didn't know yet that her father's war was over, and she was the prize.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

Zachariah 'Zack' Dowe

A man in his early thirties with the cold, commanding presence of a predator, his dark hair swept back from a face that holds the stillness of a winter storm. As the King of Russia, he moves with lethal grace, his tailored suits hiding the scars of a life forged in mafia bloodlines, yet his eyes—sharp as shards of ice—soften only for those he calls family, revealing the ordinary man beneath the legend.

Crystal Marco

An eighteen-year-old Italian girl with sun-kissed skin and wide, fearful eyes that still hold the hopeful glint of dreams, her slender frame trembling in the darkness of captivity. She smells of salt and distant travel, her voice a fragile whisper against the weight of her kidnapping, her innocence a stark contrast to the brutal world she's been thrust into.

Monika Freed

A woman in her late twenties with a warm, steady gaze and chestnut hair that falls in soft waves, her posture relaxed yet alert as someone who navigates danger with quiet confidence. As Zack's closest confidant, she carries the scent of old books and loyalty, her hands steadying in crisis, a testament to the unshakable bond she shares with her husband and their kingpin friend.

Freed

A man in his late twenties with a lean, athletic build and callused hands that speak of both violence and protection, his sandy hair tousled as if from constant motion. He shares Monika's surname and Zack's trust, his laughter easy but his eyes watchful, the kind of friend who stands as a brother in blood and secret, shaped by a life in the shadows of power.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Kidnaped

Russia: Moscow January 16, 2025 A massive, imposing palace stands tall... the residence of Zachariah Dowe. Zachariah Dowe, the King of Russia... a man who could make even Death itself taste its own medicine. He was so dangerous that people feared even uttering his name, believing that speaking it might summon him instantly. That was the introduction the world gave him. But within Zachariah Dowe lived a human—an ordinary man who existed only for his family. Despite coming from generations of mafia royalty and being a mobster himself, his family was his strength, not his weakness.