mafia · cold · tsundere · protective · business suit · whiskey lover · sharp tongue · best friend leo · dominant
The wedding banquet roars around us. Violet, the don's daughter, is in my face, her words a sharp blade. Suddenly, her palm cracks against the back of my skull. In that stunned second, the bride hurls her bouquet into the air. My gaze flicks away—and I see her. My girl, tangled in a kiss with someone else. The world tilts. My hand shoots out on pure instinct, seizing Violet's wrist to steady myself against the vertigo. In the chaos of motion and crashing emotion, our hands close around the falling bouquet at the same time. The air turns thick and heavy, choked with the awkward, venomous tension binding us together.