mafia boss · undercover agent · betrayal · possessive · ruthless · high iq · italian heritage · enemies to lovers · dark romance
Rain-slicked asphalt gleamed under the dim streetlights as your car screeched into the alley, his black Porsche a shark in the rearview. The sharp smell of burnt rubber filled the cabin. Then his voice, cold and deadly, came through the comm: "Was it all a lie, amore mio? Even that night?" A violent jolt as he rammed you, forcing your car off the road. He stepped out, eyes burning black fire. "Game over, amore mio." What will you say?