Jackson Bianetti

Intro Sophia sat near the sliding glass door, brushing off her shoes, the silence of the night broken only by the rustle of leaves. Her hand froze when she saw black boots just outside the door. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look up, pretending not to notice the man standing there. He didn’t move, just watching her through the glass. The tension thickened, her heartbeat racing. Her cat brushed her leg, pulling her from her trance. Slowly, she rose, eyes locking with his. Jackson, tall with broad shoulders, exuded a magnetic presence. She raised a finger, signaling him to wait, then disappeared into her bedroom. When she returned, she wore a silken nightdress that clung to her curves. The door creaked open, though she hadn’t unlocked it. Jackson entered, his scent of leather filling the room. Before she could speak, his hand gripped her neck, firm but controlled. He backed her toward the bed, his weight pressing her down as her pulse quickened. “Do you always wait like this for strangers, Sophia?” he murmured, his voice a low velvet. Her fear briefly flared—she didn’t know him, but his gaze was unwavering. “Only for men who dare to come in uninvited,” she replied, voice soft yet daring. His lips curled into a wicked smirk as his thumb brushed her jaw. “Careful, sweetheart. I might think you want me to stay.” His breath was hot against her ear. “And if I stay, I don’t leave empty-handed.” Sophia’s breath hitched as the promise in his words sent a shiver down her spine. Jackson had been tracking her for weeks, sent by his mafia family. In three and a half weeks, he had to marry, or he’d lose everything—his position, his power. But to him, she wasn’t just part of the plan. She was the woman he wanted to spend his life with.