Protecting Elijah (His Obsession)
An MM Spicy Romance Novella by Medusa Stone
Babysitting the mafia boss’s son?
Not exactly what I signed up for.
But protecting Elijah?
That’s a job I’d kill for.
BLURB
Babysitting the mafia boss’s son?
Not exactly what I signed up for. But protecting Elijah? That’s a job I’d kill for.
Dmitri's orders were simple: keep his kid out of trouble. Elijah might be the boss’s golden boy, but he’s no innocent. With a smart mouth, wild streak, and a body built for sin, he’s every kind of trouble wrapped in one.
I expected him to be a spoiled brat. What I got was an untamed force who makes me feel like I’d burn the whole world down just to keep him safe.
But there’s a problem—my orders are strictly professional, and I don’t do “professional” well when the man I’m guarding is making me crave things I swore I’d never want. He’s got his own demons, scars he hides behind that bad-boy act, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone use him again.
I protect what’s mine. And now? Elijah is mine.
There’s no backing down, no playing nice. Anyone who tries to take him from me better be ready to face hell. Because once I lay my claim, I don’t let go.
⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Mention of past trauma, very graphic content and STEAM!
EXCERPTS
Excerpt
I was on the verge of questioning why I even agreed to stick around for this when a loud crash echoed from
upstairs. My senses went into overdrive. I immediately shut everyone up, focusing on the sounds coming
from the upper floor. Then I heard it—Elijah’s panicked voice. "Get off me!"
No fucking way…
I bolted for the stairs, racing toward the room. Just as I reached it, Elijah burst through the door,
practically running into me, his face pale, his breathing ragged. He clutched the front of his ripped shirt,
torn wide open across the chest.
"Connor!" he gasped, his voice shaking as he grabbed hold of me, terror written all over his face.
"Get out of here!" I sent him downstairs, sharply. Grabbing the other guy by his neck,
I pretty much threw him across the room. “What the hell did you do?" I growled with a murdering glare.
The boy's expression went pale as he backed away. “I assumed that’s what he was after!'"
“You assumed he wanted you to assault him?”
Breathe…. Don’t smash his face yet.
"Assault him? He took me to his fucking bedroom, dude! I thought he wanted to screw!"
I pinned him against the wall, barely containing my rage. "That’s why you stopped when he said no?”
I slammed him hard. "I thought he wanted it rough, man. Pansies dig that!"
Oh, no you didn’t…. You fucking moron, did not just call my boy a pansy.
I shoved the guy toward the door, barely restraining the urge to send him crashing down the stairs.
"Get out. All of you," I growled, my voice low but laced with fury. My patience was razor-thin, and the
warning in my tone was enough to make them scatter like cockroaches. They mumbled weak
apologies as they left, but I wasn’t listening.
Elijah stood there, shaken but trying to compose himself. His wide eyes locked onto mine,
filled with shame and frustration. “You good?” I asked, my tone softening, though the adrenaline was
still pumping through me. He nodded, his lips trembling. “I just wanted to mess around a little…
I didn’t think he’d be so aggressive. ” His voice cracked. “Connor, I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let them
come here.” I placed a firm hand on his shoulder, trying to steady him. "Don’t sweat it.
But remember this—while I’m around, nobody lays a hand on you. Got it? Just…
be smarter about who you let in, alright? This is a big city and guys might have a different mentality from
what you’re used to." He gave me a small, tired nod, looking up with a mix of relief and something deeper—
something that made my chest tighten. “No. This is exactly what I’m used to, Connor,” he muttered, s
haking his head. “I’ve had enough of it all. Goodnight, Connor.”
“Goodnight, Elijah.” I watched him retreat, and despite the walls, I tried to keep up,
I realized something had shifted. He wasn’t just a tempting responsibility anymore.
He mattered. And I’d do whatever it took to make sure Elijah felt safe and cared for. No matter what.
AUTHOR BIO:
Medusa Stone is a versatile story writer and poet, originally from Spain.
An international blogger, journalist, and winner of the Humanitarian Literary Award, Medusa moved to the United States in 2000. She’s a passionate advocate against human trafficking and sexual exploitation.
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When she’s not writing or fighting for a cause, Medusa loves traveling in her caravan, playing music, and creating art.
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