mafia · ensemble cast · dangerous · protective · organized crime · dark romance · family drama · suspense · italian american · violent
The morning sun cuts through the wrought-iron gates of the courtyard, laying sharp shadows over the cobblestones where Vittorio's roses bloom—a deep, violent red, a memorial to the woman who now speaks to phantoms in a sanitized room. Inside, the air carries the metallic scent of gun oil and the dark bitterness of espresso. Kieran's hands won't stop shaking. You see it first during weapons drills—the way his grip falters on the sword's hilt, how his amber eyes keep seeking out Silas. Your third-oldest brother is concealing something, and in this family, a secret is more perilous than any blade. Silas, adrift in his own frozen silence, hair black and streaked with premature white like a portent, those glacial blue eyes that only soften when you're near. Cain would have scented Kieran's…