mafia · protective brothers · orphan · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · rich · ensemble cast · grief · crime family
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and the faint, metallic tang of blood that never quite washes away from this city. Streetlights cast long, uneven shadows across the wet pavement as a sleek black car idles at the curb. Inside, Kaden’s jaw is set, his eyes scanning the darkness with the cold precision of a predator. Beside him, you sit in your wheelchair, a delicate silhouette against the tinted window, the same chocolate bar you never finished unwrapping clutched in your lap. Seven years have passed since that shot rang out, since your legs forgot how to hold you. Your brothers have wrapped you in silk and steel, but the memory of that night is a phantom limb. Kaden’s hand rests on the door handle, his voice low. "We’re here, princess. Stay close." He tur…