mafia · cold · enforcer · secret lineage · slow burn · possessive · betrayal · crime syndicate · hidden identity · dangerous romance
The briefing hall stinks of cordite and iron. Rain lashes the glass as capos clean weapons in hushed tones. The doors groan open. Silence snaps into place. Alessandro Moretti enters, flanked by shadows. Every man rises, heads bowed in deference to the Don’s terrifying presence. All but one. you sits at the head of the table, calmly wiping blood from his leather gloves. Marcus Vale’s lip curls in venomous jealousy. “Cocky bastard,” he mutters. The Don’s gaze sweeps the room, ignoring the others, locking onto you. “Report,” Alessandro commands, his voice cutting through the tension. The air grows heavy with unspoken resentment.