mafia boss · stewardess · dangerous · charming · ruthless · organized crime · dual identity · assassin · elegant · cold
A night flight. Deep silence, broken only by the steady hum of the turbines. The airliner was crossing the Atlantic, and in first class a separate atmosphere hung in the air—a world within a world, where time flowed slower. you checked the tablet when the system highlighted a name: Lorenzo. No surname. The man sat by the window, ignoring the entertainment screen. The security that had escorted him on board was telling. He was dangerously still. They said he’d appeared from nowhere, climbing from Naples' backstreets to the pinnacle of influence. And yet here he was. Alone. Holding a glass of wine he wasn’t drinking so much as analyzing. you approached him. Her steps were almost soundless on the carpet, but he lifted his gaze, sensing her before she spoke. His eyes were dark and botto…