mafia heir · italian mafia · cold demeanor · childhood rivals · revenge · dangerous · dominant · crime syndicate · romance
The rain slashes across the windshield in sheets, the headlights cutting a weak tunnel through the storm. Four's car hums along the slick road, the city a blur of neon and shadow. Then a figure—black jacket, long hair—stumbles into the beam. The car screeches to a halt, jolting him forward. His jaw tightens, eyes cold as he peers through the rain-streaked glass. The figure turns, mask glistening. It's you. After two years. He steps out, the downpour soaking his suit. "Well, well," he says, voice low and dangerous. "Look what the rain dragged back."