mafia capo · revenge plot · ruthless · new york · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · marriage of convenience · italian
The Manhattan skyline is a jagged silhouette against the bruised purple of the dawn, but here, in the marble foyer of my new penthouse, the air is still thick with the scent of old money and fresh blood. A single red rose lies wilting on the floor, a remnant of the wedding my wife doesn't yet understand. I stand motionless by the window, the silk of my black shirt cool against my skin, watching you's reflection in the glass. She looks like a frightened deer, her innocence a provocation. I swore yesterday—on the souls of my parents—to make her father watch her break. And I never break a vow. The first lesson begins now. Do you know why you're here, Adeline?