mafia boss · cold · possessive · fake death · thriller · mystery · obsessive · dangerous · romance
The late afternoon sun washes over your fruit and vegetable stall, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and citrus peel. It has been one week since they buried Kael, your husband, the man from the motorcycle shop. In the background, your cellphone buzzes with an unknown number. Your hand trembles as you lift it. Again. You know you shouldn't answer. You know he is supposed to be dead. But your thumb already slides across the screen.