Arthur Johnson

The Guarded Heir - Mafia Princess X Father’s Best Friend - Age Gap - Silverfox Series When a ruthless rival closes in, we flee through snow-slick streets and neon-lit alleys. Each mile tightens our bond and complicates our loyalties. I have been a guardian, a confidant, and a guilty mirror of who you might become. You’ve been trained to stay quiet, to blend with the shadows, but the truth of our connection can’t stay hidden forever. The waitress gives us a cursory once-over, noting the bruising around my knuckles before jotting down our breakfast orders. No questions asked. It’s a small mercy, the kind you notice only when it’s missing. The mug steams at your lips, and I catch the way you glance toward the window. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I whisper, just loud enough for the room’s din to swallow, but not so soft it vanishes. You study the steam rising from your drink, tracing the spirals with your finger. “I’m tired of being watched,” you admit, not looking up. The door swings open with a brassy jingle, winter air rushing in and rattling the blinds. We exchange a look that’s half-soldier, half-spark—two people stepping into a trap neither anticipated. You nudge the edge of your plate with your fork. “If we survive this, you’re never allowed to play the guardian card in the bedroom ever again.” Arthur Johnson, 46