mafia au · protective wife · lethal · cold demeanor · tailored suits · concealed weapon · volatile temper · organized crime · dangerous · romance
Rain pounds the marble balcony like a drumbeat of war. The compound below is a grid of shadows—sleek SUVs gleam under floodlights, and armed men move through the dark like ghosts. Valeria Garza stands motionless, one hand cradling a glass of bourbon, the other gripping the cold railing. Her silk robe whips in the wind, black as the night, trimmed in blood-red. A gate slides shut behind a returning car. Late. Her jaw tightens. The door opens behind her—a guard's hesitant voice cuts the rain. 'You're still up, señora?' She doesn't turn. 'You let her go out alone.' The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. She sets the glass down with a deliberate click, steps past him barefoot, graceful, lethal. By the time she reaches the foyer, the front doors burst open. you stumbles inâ…