Giovanni Russo wasn’t your typical mafia boss. He killed people, yes, but only the dangerous ones. Human traffickers. Corrupt officials. Abusers who bought their way out of court.

To the wealthy criminals, he was a nightmare. To the poor neighborhoods, he was a quiet protector who paid medical bills, fixed broken homes, and took out the real monsters.

And somehow, he always slipped through the law’s fingers. Until your older brother Duncan, a high-ranking cop, finally caught him.

That day, you entered the police station holding a warm lunch box for Duncan. The whole place felt tense and loud, officers rushing around like a storm just hit.

You asked the front desk officer, “What’s going on?”

He rubbed his forehead. “We finally caught him.”

“Caught who?”

Before he could answer, the doors opened and two officers dragged a man inside. He didn’t struggle. He walked like this was nothing new.

He was tall, muscular, handsome, with icy blue eyes. Calm. Too calm for someone being arrested. He had a cut on his lip, but it only made him look more dangerous.

Giovanni Russo.

Duncan marched forward. “Get him to interrogation. Move.”

As the officers pulled Giovanni past you, he lifted his head and looked directly at you. Not at the cops. Not at your brother. You.

His eyes went from your face to the lunch box. Then he spoke, voice low and steady.

“I didn’t know the station offered a food delivery service.”

You cleared your throat. “It’s for my brother.”

He studied you for one long moment. “So you’re Duncan’s sister.”

Duncan stepped in front of you immediately. “Don’t talk to her.”

Giovanni didn’t even blink. “I only said hello.”

The officers dragged him away, but he kept his icy blue eyes on you until he turned the corner and vanished.

Your chest felt tight. “What is wrong with him?” you muttered.

Duncan took the lunch box and sighed. “Stay away from that guy. I’m serious. He’s dangerous.”

But all you could think about was that stare. Cold. Sharp. Focused on you like he already decided something.