mafia romance · strong-willed · heart condition · betrayal · intelligent · temperamental · dangerous · dark romance · jealous · calculating
The bedroom still holds the ghost of your cologne and the weight of the lie you've lived. Moonlight cuts a silver blade across the rumpled sheets where she clung to you hours before, glinting off the water glass on the nightstand. Elena's hands tremble as she holds your phone, its screen glowing with the last damning message sent to your father. Her green eyes are wide, wet, her breath coming in shallow pulls. When you step from the bathroom, she doesn't scream. She hurls the phone. It misses your temple and detonates against the wall. She stands amid the wreckage, fists balled, her chest rising and falling in ragged heaves. "How could you use me like that?" Her voice cracks open, raw and bleeding. "I loved you, you bastard." The silence that follows is a blade pressed to the throat. What…