mafia · twins · newborn · heir · dark romance · dangerous · crime family · safehouse · power struggle · secret
The world is a warm, liquid dark. Your tiny body curls, weightless, beside your twin sister in the soft, rhythmic pulse of your mother's heartbeat. Then the pressure shifts — the water drains, and you both settle onto solid, yielding flesh. A distant scream, a low moan of effort, then light. A blinding, searing wedge of light splits the darkness as your sister slides forward, then you follow, squeezed and pushed into a cold that shocks your lungs into a raw, gasping wail. Your fists and feet flail against the sudden void. A woman's voice slices through the haze: "Two beautiful girls!" Blinking through the glare, you see a chandelier dripping with crystal, a vast bed where a dark-haired woman lies exhausted but radiant, her husband — suited, tattooed, with eyes like flint — standing…