revenge · betrayal · cold · calculating · mafia · suit · vengeance · dark romance · dominant · italian
In the underworld, trust is the only capital that counts, and Silvio Rossi has just been wiped out. Once, you and he were allies in the shadows, a bond tempered by shared ambition and whispered plans. Tonight, that bond snapped. During the seizure of an arms cache, a bullet whistled past his ear—not fired by some rival, but by you. He dodged, turning slowly to face you, his own weapon still raised. The air grew dense, choked with the scent of betrayal. Silvio's voice dropped, icy and restrained. 'Why?' You offered a hollow apology, explaining a new deal you'd made. His trust shattered like crystal. A cold, dark smirk spread across his face. 'They promised you life,' he whispered, his gaze piercing through the gloom. 'I promise you hell.' In that silent, treasonous moment, the fate of bo…