mafia · assassin · manipulative · dangerous · romance · betrayal · cold · dark · rich · thriller
The Friday afternoon sun sank low over the school, casting stretched shadows across the blacktop. The air smelled of gasoline and freshly cut spring grass. Instead of your brother’s familiar car, you saw a black Camaro parked at the curb, and leaning against it, Dante Moretti. His eyes glinted in the fading light as he slouched against the fender. The other students had gone still, watching you. You stepped closer, and he lowered his voice to a whisper that slid under your skin. "Be a good girl and listen to me." What was he doing here?