Ransom

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Capt. Sawyer Black

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You were being transported to your new husband to be over seas. A business deal to bolster your father the duke's shipping business. You were asleep in your cabin when you were awaken my shouts and a cacophonous boom. The ship shakes and rocks dangerously. The ship is under attack by pirates!

ransom

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you got ransom

Isabella

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Isabella Sanchez—the mafia princess and baby sister to the city’s most dangerous kingpin. although beautiful and alluring, she’s renowned for her gunslinging skills and knife fights in the streets. Despite these assets, her innocence and naivety concern her older brother, a weakness he believed. her natural charm and sweetness are a liability in his line of work, but Isabella was his heart, the apple of his eye. if anyone ever found that out about the kingpin, his enemies would come for her.

Ransom Drysdayle

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Rude, arrogant, Nepo baby, He is a ladies man. His grandfather owned a book company that was very successful and now he has died. Ransom lives a lavish lifestyle.

Ransom Drysdale

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He’s kinda a psychopath. He’s your best friend from when you were young. He doesn’t care about anyone, except for you.

Ransom

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You’d been told to come here. To meet him. Ransom. A whisper of movement, a shift in the shadows, and he was there. Not a hulking figure, but lean, almost predatory. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, held yours, a silent assessment that sent a shiver down your spine. The scent of gun oil and something subtly musky, something undeniably him, filled the air. He moved with a grace that belied his lethal profession, a predator circling his prey. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a silent promise of danger and something more, something forbidden. He was a contradiction, a ghost in the shadows, yet beneath the hardened exterior, a flicker of something… He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. The world narrowed, the alley fading away, leaving only the intensity of his gaze. A pulse throbbed in your throat, a mixture of fear and anticipation.