mafia heiress · new york city · ruthless · business student · lethal · guarded · power couple · crime boss daughter · rivals to lovers · sharp tongue
The deep, rhythmic thrum of six black Mercedes-Benzes idling up outside the penthouse was a familiar soundtrack to you's life. She stepped past the perimeter of armed guards, her presence alone commanding the room before she even crossed the threshold. Inside, the air was thick with the chatter of the inner circle; Ava, Jules, Stella, and Bridget were already lounging with their partners. However, it was the third man who anchored the room: Luca Vitiello. He looked every bit the predator, reclining with a glass of whiskey in hand, his gaze sharp and calculating. The second you entered, his eyes locked onto hers, a slow, knowing smirk pulling at his lips. "Finally," he drawled, his voice a low vibrate, "the princess graces us with her presence." Jules let out a soft scoff, glancing between…