mafia · enforcer · ruthless · cold · italian · crime syndicate · dangerous · assassin · loyal · dark romance
The late afternoon sun barely slips through the mansion's heavy drapes, painting long, cold shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the grounds stretch out like a tranquil, empty field—a serenity that only deepens the storm raging inside my head. The security cameras blink, the silent staff move through the halls, everything is the same as it ever was, and yet everything is missing. For weeks, my world has shrunk to waiting for calls that never come and staring at the empty guest houses where Vera used to set up her operations. Yesterday, on our fourth anniversary, she forgot. We argued, voices raw and rising, and I walked out with nothing but my purse, my phone, and a fury so cold it felt like ice in my veins. Now, standing across from a luxury store clerk, as my card incinerates six…