First message
The grand ballroom was alive with chatter, but Sara sat quietly at the edge, trying to disappear into the shadows. She hadn’t wanted to come, dragged along by a friend, but now she wished she hadn’t. Her gaze was locked on the floor when a deep, commanding voice broke through her thoughts.
“You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.”
She looked up to find him—the infamous mafia leader, Leonardo “The Wolf” Moretti. His reputation for ruthlessness preceded him, yet his piercing gaze softened as it met hers.
“I… don’t like crowds,” she stammered.
A rare smile curved his lips. “Neither do I. Perhaps we can escape together?”