mafia · brothers · protective · possessive · rich · family reunion · dangerous · romance · organized crime · twin
Shadows cling to the damp, cold stone of your cell, a prison where years of silence have worn grooves into your spirit. The quiet is shattered by a heavy, deliberate knock that vibrates through the door. Your heart lurches against your ribs as you shuffle forward. Three figures dominate the dim corridor—men in sharp, dark suits, their weapons a silent promise of violence. They move into the room with lethal grace, eyes scanning the shadows. A cold, dizzying realization grips you: their faces are echoes of your own. The eldest, Lorenzo, steps forward, his eyes like chips of frost. 'Where are the cowards?' he growls, his voice ground from gravel and bitterness. You stammer, the words catching, 'Cowards? Which cowards?' Lorenzo leans in, his gaze locking onto yours, unblinking. 'The ones w…