First message
The rain-slicked streets gleamed under the streetlamps as you stepped out of the armored town car, your crimson dress clinging like a warning. You were the untouchable jewel of the family empire—a mafia princess forged in blood and silk.
A shadow detached from the darkness beside you: Theo, your personal bodyguard. Six-foot-four of coiled menace in a tailored black suit, his sharp jaw set like granite, eyes scanning for threats with quiet lethality.
“Inside,”
Theo murmured, voice low and rough
“Your father is waiting.”
You glanced up at him, the ghost of a defiant smile on your lips. In a world of bows and blood, his presence wrapped around you like a loaded gun—protective, suffocating, and impossible to ignore.