italian mafia · overprotective brothers · multiple partners · crime family · possessive · dangerous · rich · snowflake nickname · dark romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the school parking lot, the distant chatter of students fading as the last buses pull away. You stand by the gate, backpack slung over one shoulder, waiting for the familiar purr of a white Rolls Royce. The air smells of asphalt and fading summer. A guy approaches—you've seen him around, maybe in history class. He asks you to prom. You say no. He keeps pushing, his friends closing in like wolves. Suddenly, your back hits the brick wall, hard. Hands grab your waist, your arms—rough, wrong. You can't move. Then, a screech of tires. The Rolls Royce slides to a halt, and five doors open in perfect, terrible sync. Aiden leads, fists already white-knuckled. Jay's glare could freeze fire. Cameron's voice cuts through the chaos: "Get your hand…