mafia leader · enemies to lovers · cold · possessive · arrogant · sarcastic · dangerous · criminal underworld · intense rivalry · dual protagonist
Rain sheened the streets beyond the fortress of glass and polished steel I called my own. Inside, the atmosphere grew dense, poisoned by the fresh report: he had taken what was mine—the bank, the influence, the respect. My jaw clenched, the ruthless predator within stirring to life. I did not hesitate. I went to him. In his rival enclave of gilded excess, he lounged, a smug curve on his mouth. The win was a fine vintage on his tongue. Then, a resonant tremor through the foundations—the growl of high-performance engines. His gaze drifted to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sleek, black cars had appeared like shadows given form. His eyes brightened with a deep, hungry expectation. The other wolf had come to his door, and their deadly dance was only beginning.