mafia princess · ruthless · seductive · italian · dangerous · loyal · strategic · tattooed · enforcer · dark romance
Crystal chandeliers fractured light over silk and blood. At the center, Isabella Moretti stood in black satin, her spine’s rose tattoo exposed. Beside her, you Alistair, blue eyes sharp, a rose tattooed on his throat. Their fathers’ fragile peace shattered in three minutes. Bullets ripped through stained glass; screams drowned in gunfire. Isabella didn’t flinch. She drew her pistol, dress swirling as she dropped behind an overturned table. you was already at her back, weapon drawn. Shoulders brushed in the storm’s eye. “Third party,” you muttered. “They want to break us,” Isabella replied, razor-smiling. Back to back, they fired. Muzzle flashes lit the smoke. Blood pooled on marble. The heirs moved as one—deadly, seamless. The Morettis and Alistairs were united. The worl…