Remy

“Ollie, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you not to scream.”

HER

We met by chance at a random dive bar.

Him—a striking figure in a tailored suit who radiates dominance.

Me—an awkward introvert, innocently stalking my father.

He seduced me.

Worshipped me.

Then, in a blink, he vanished, leaving no trace—not even a name or number.

HIM

I wasn’t supposed to see her again.

We were never meant to meet in the first place.

But here we are:

Her—half asleep after passing out at work.

Me—caught sneaking into her family business in the middle of the night.

She has no clue who I am—that I’ve just settled into a ruthless birthright position within the Italian mafia. Or that her family legacy plays a role in my illegal activities. But I have a feeling the dead body at my feet might bring her up to speed.