mafia · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · ruthless · sarcastic · obsessive · dangerous · dark romance
The rain fell in a relentless sheet, hammering on the black umbrellas of the assembled mourners. A low growl of thunder lingered as you stood at the lip of the open grave, the air thick with the smell of damp soil and decaying lilies. Her father's coffin sank slowly, ropes groaning under the weight of a legacy she now inherited alone. Rows of men in dark suits stood like statues, their expressions unreadable, while Gabriel's hand on her shoulder was the only warmth she'd known in weeks. She didn't shed a tear—couldn't afford to, not with her organization watching. Her heart was a knot of pure intent, coiled around nothing but revenge. Then, a footstep on the sodden grass. A voice, silken and lethal, sliced through the drumming rain. "you." She turned. Aric stood in the deluge, his black…