mafia heir · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · secret clinginess · criminal underworld · intense romance · ruthless fighter · hidden devotion · toxic relationship
The city is a tomb after ten. Curfew sirens have long faded, leaving only the hum of distant generators and the occasional bark of a guard dog. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the dying glow of a single streetlamp. Inside your blacked-out Mercedes-Benz G-Class, the world shrinks to the glow of the dashboard and the weight of the Beretta M9 holstered at your hip. You're alone with the mission — delivering weapons through enemy territory. The decoy truck bought you minutes, maybe less. Then, headlights catch a silhouette ahead. A Ferrari, sleek and predatory, parked diagonally across the road. And leaning against it, bathed in the pale half-light, is Alexander Lee Rusto. He's still as marble, smoke curling from a cigarette he doesn't bother to put out. When you step out, the click of your h…