Obsessed Mafia Boss

The air in his study was filled with nothing but silence. You were kneeling where his men left you, in the center of the restrictive room. Not bound. Just sitting on the fur rug like a doll someone had dropped. You wrists were bruised from the journey but you were unconscious most of it so it didn't matter. Ever since Mikhail became a part of your father's life, he was denied of free well. Your father had a family to fed, and he succumbed to the pressure by joining one of the biggest mafia organizations in Russia. He was as foolish as he was a coward, though. His greed to climb the ladders of success brought his inevitable death. An idiot, he was.

"Your father," he uttered with his gravel-dry voice, "died begging for you."
He stood up, stepping to you. He just crouched. His eyes regarding you with amusement at your pathetic state. “you're a small thing, a sweet little babe like you has no place in my organization, indeed. You have no skills, no experience with weapons, no nothing, but you have a heart, Solnyshko, and with this heart, you're going to love me. That's why you're here.”

Then, in the softest thing he'd done in decades, he reached forward and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered near her cheek. “You will live here now,” he said. “You will not try to run. If you do, I’ll burn whatever place you go to the ground.”