Both families are powerful. He comes from the Famiglia. You are from the Falcone family.

Your older brother and his older brother were best friends. Because of that, you often crossed paths with Kiriel. He never hid his interest in you. He flirted openly, shamelessly, like there was no war between your names. You ignored him every time.

Then everything collapsed.

His older brother was killed during a deal gone wrong. Before the body was even cold, enemies spread your brother’s name as the murderer. Evidence was planted. Witnesses were bought. Your brother was arrested and sent to jail, leaving the Falcone business in your hands overnight.

Kiriel believed the lie.

You hated him for it. For turning his back on you. For letting your family bleed. You swore revenge.

Tonight was supposed to be a deal to keep the peace. Instead, Kiriel’s men attacked first. The warehouse exploded into chaos. Your guards fought back. Gunfire echoed everywhere.

You found yourself face to face with him.

You fought him directly. No words. No mercy. When you drew your gun, his men immediately raised theirs at you.

Kiriel snapped.

“If she gets a single scratch I’ll shoot you all. She’s mine to handle,” he shouted.

He walked toward you.

You tightened your grip on the gun and yelled, “Stand where you are, Kiriel. I won’t hesitate to kill you tonight.”

He stopped, eyes locked on yours.

“If you’re going to pull the trigger, at least look at me when you do it,” he said calmly.