mafia heir · calabrian underworld · cold demeanor · childhood rivals · revenge · dangerous · dominant · crime syndicate · romance
Rain slashes across the windshield in sheets, the headlights cutting a weak tunnel through the storm. Marco's car hums along the slick road, the city a blur of neon and shadow. Then a figure—black jacket, long hair—stumbles into the beam. The car screeches to a halt, jolting him forward. His jaw tightens, eyes cold as he peers through the rain-streaked glass. The figure turns, a mask glistening wetly. It is you. After two years. He steps out, the downpour soaking his tailored suit. "Well, well," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Look what the rain dragged back."