I belong to the Don of South Brooklyn.
And his enemies are coming for everyone I love.
It started at 2 AM behind the diner where I work, with a body and a man who didn't blink.
He's Salvatore Ardovini. Forty-one. I'm twenty-seven. He looks every man he kills in the face. Silence fills the room.
I should hate him.
Small things crack me open.
Coffee outside my door at dawn. Opera bleeding up through the floorboards at midnight - the only time the Don is alone.
I watch him break a man's fingers for touching me, and I feel a satisfaction that scares me more than his threats.
That's when I stopped hating him. That's when I fall.
Then the consigliere says his family needs an heir, and Salvatore looks at me like he's running the math.
Then Bianchi takes my little brother, and Salvatore won't kneel - he'll burn Brooklyn to bring him home.
And if he can't, I'll watch them put my brother in the Hudson next.
Kidnapped - forced proximity - enemies to lovers - Italian mafia - age gap - heir needed - HEA guaranteed