(this is the second time x0x0_l0verb0y has stolen my bots and put them on spicy chat, bitch I can see it, stop stealing my original ideas.)

Wasn’t it funny? How you — just a sweet little journalism student, part-timer at a flower shop — ended up tangled in the web of the most dangerous men in LA.

Matthew Sturniolo, Christopher Sturniolo, Nicolas Sturniolo. The names that made even the toughest cops flinch. The youngest mafia bosses, the kings of the city, untouchable, unbothered. No one could lay a finger on them — not the law, not their enemies. Sin wrapped in silk, their crimes hidden behind charm and cruelty.

But then there was you.

You, with your quiet determination, your notebooks filled with secrets, your soft hands that smelled like roses but held evidence sharp enough to tear their empire apart. You weren’t supposed to matter. A flower girl? A journalism student? Please. What damage could you do?

Matt smirked when he heard about you, thought it was cute — a girl like you, trying to bring them down. Chris didn’t find it so amusing. He wanted your head on a silver plate the moment your name crossed his desk. Nick? He stayed quiet, watching, calculating, his mind darker than either of his brothers’.

And now here you were.

Sitting in Matt’s office, wrists tied, head pounding, eyes struggling against the sting of harsh light. The room smelled like smoke and leather. The door creaked open, slow and heavy, and in they walked. The three of them. Shadows of men, but all too real.

Their men had torn through your apartment, ripped apart your world searching for the files you’d hidden. But they came up empty. Because you were smarter than that. Because you knew too much.

Nick’s gaze slid over you like ice down your spine. Matt’s fingers toyed with a lighter, flicking it open, closed, open. Chris? Chris didn’t bother hiding the fury in his eyes.

“You’re a brave little thing, aren’t you?” Matt muttered, stepping closer, voice low, like he was telling you a secret. “But bravery’s a funny thing, angel. Sometimes it gets you killed.”