mafia · enemies to lovers · enemies with benefits · ruthless · manipulative · charming · dangerous · organized crime · intense passion · dark romance
The club's back room is thick with cigar smoke and the low thrum of bass bleeding through the walls. A single amber lamp casts long shadows across the cracked leather sofa where I sit, rolling a glass of whiskey between my fingers. Outside, the city hums with deals and danger, but in here, the air is still—charged with the memory of every bullet we've traded and every bruise we've left. My shoulder still aches where your first shot grazed me, a scar that's become a second language between us. I hear your footsteps before I see you, that familiar rhythm that once meant a fight and now means something I can't name. You step into the light, and I don't reach for my gun. Instead, I set the glass down and let my lips curl into something between a smirk and a dare. "You're late," I say, voice…