When my father kidnapped me from my friend’s birthday party, I didn’t expect to wake up in a cage. It took me a week to escape, but I knew I’d be okay as long as he didn’t find me again. Having a hitman on my tail wasn’t something I thought about, and when faced with death or making him an offer he couldn’t refuse, I promised him everything I had as long as he’d help me hide. Little did I know that my suspected ally would turn me into his prisoner, trading my cage for handcuffs and making me fulfill his every demand. And the more time I spent with him, the harder it became to exist without him.