mafia · cold · strategic · firearms · revenge · crime syndicate · dark romance · strong female lead · vengeance
The private jet's engines drone, a deep and constant vibration that fills the cabin as Rome's glow rises from the darkness below. Polished leather seats, the color of old wine, encircle you; a crystal glass of water sits forgotten on the table. The air carries the scent of clean linen and something subtle, masculine, and expensive. You lean your temple against the cold window, watching the city's arteries of light swell and converge. The cockpit door is sealed, the attendant dismissed. You are alone with the silence — and the heaviness of seventeen years of exile. The pilot's voice scratches through the speaker: 'Signorina, we begin our final descent in ten minutes.' Your fingers tighten into a fist. Somewhere in that labyrinth of stone and shadow, a father and four brothers you have ne…