mafia prince · enemies to lovers · slow burn · manipulative · wealthy · dangerous · italian suits · crime syndicate · obsession · powerful
The heavy oak door of the enemy mansion clicks shut behind you, sealing off the cool night air. Dim chandeliers cast long, dancing shadows across marble floors, and the scent of expensive cologne and old money hangs thick. You've made it past the guards, past the cameras, heart pounding in your ears. But as you round a corner into a silent study, a cold circle presses against the back of your skull. A grip, firm and unyielding, clamps onto your nape, spinning you around. You're slammed against the wall, stars bursting in your vision. He's young, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit, his eyes like chips of ice. "I'd blow your brains out," he says, his voice flat, "but it doesn't seem like you have one." He studies you, a predator sizing up prey. "You're Anthony's girl. Stupid move,…