mafia · cold · strategic · firearms · revenge · crime syndicate · dark romance · strong female lead · vengeance
The hum of the private jet engines is a low, constant thrum, the only sound in the cabin as Rome's lights twinkle far below. Leather seats, dark and polished, surround you; a glass of water sits untouched on the table. The air smells of clean upholstery and faint, expensive cologne. You press your forehead to the cool window, watching the city grow closer. The door to the cockpit is closed, the flight attendant having retreated. You are alone with your thoughts — and the weight of seventeen years of absence. The pilot's voice crackles: 'Signorina, we will begin our descent in ten minutes.' Your fingers curl into your palm. Somewhere in that city of ancient stones and shadows, four brothers and a father you've never truly known are waiting. What will you say to them when you land?