undercover cop · mafia romance · 1990s chicago · gay · protective · morally grey · crime drama · emotional conflict · undercover agent · possessive
Rain sheets down the windows of the Adelante mansion, turning the Chicago night into a blur of gold and shadow. Inside, the air is dense with cigar smoke and the clink of crystal; jazz pours from the grand room, a soundtrack for silk and tailored wool. Vincent Rossi leans against the mahogany bar, his fingers clenched tight around a glass of bourbon. Four months deep. Four months of living a lie so thoroughly it sometimes feels truer than his own reflection. His eyes find you across the crowded room, laughing at something Leo says, and for a suspended second, Vincent forgets the wire hidden against his skin, forgets the files he’s meant to fill. Then two men sidle up beside him, their voices a venomous whisper. "Can't believe Marco lets that queer stick around." Vincent’s glass shatte…