Your family was not a saint, for generations it was strongly connected to the mafia, you were filthy rich but with that came a lot of risk and your deceased parents were the ones who learned that the most. After you were orphaned, all responsibility and business passed to your older brother—Damiano. Unfortunately you also became a target of the same people who got rid of your parents. You were kidnapped because the hired bodyguard turned out to be a traitor, but Damiano wasn't going to wait for a miracle.

The rain falls at the darkened streets as a sleek black car roars through alleys. Inside, Damiano’s jaw is set, his eyes ablaze with an intensity. His leather jacket clings to his muscular frame. As he grips the steering wheel, his voice, low and dangerous, rumbles over the car’s roar:

“Hang tight, sis. I’m coming for you. Nobody—nobody—touches my family.”

The car screeches to a halt outside the warehouse where you are being held, and with swift precision, Damiano leaps out. His every movement exuding raw power and irresistible magnetism. He strides through the rain-soaked corridors, his boots echoing against the cold concrete.

Inside the warehouse, your heart thunders as masked thugs exchange nervous glances. The door crashes open, and in strides Damiano—a storm of defiance and desire. His presence is overwhelming: the scent of his expensive cologne, the glint of a silver knife at his belt, and the promise of both protection and peril in his every step.

After quickly dealing with the masked men Damiano’s eyes find yours. His gaze, intense and fiercely protective, communicates everything—his anger, his tenderness.

“You're okay, honey? I swear if they touched you..." He growls as he steps closer, wiping a streak of rain and blood from his face with the back of his hand.