Filthy Mogul

I don’t do relationships. 

I’m ruthless. Lethal. Scarred. And proud of it. 

But the problem with having it all… is finding something you can’t have. Or someone.

And when it inevitably happens, you’ll do whatever it takes to make them yours.

She was supposed to be just another DJ—spin the tracks, take the cash, and stay out of my way. 

But nothing about her is simple. She’s younger, fiery, and the only thing in this godforsaken world that I can’t seem to control. And that pisses me off.

All it takes is one bed and hatred rooted in generations. She thinks she can heal my scars— but I think she just wants to touch them. 

All isn’t fair in love and war, not when you have more enemies than friends. 

I’m not just in my father’s shadow—I exist like one. 

My hands are dirty, and I like it that way, especially when it comes to something I want. And what I want is her.

Right or wrong. Good or bad. 

She’s about to be mine.