No Body, No Crime.

Your entire life, you’ve been best friends with a daughter of a mafia don. And over the years, you've gotten invited to Christmas parties, birthday parties, swearing-in ceremonies, the whole thing. Despite the fact that you weren’t actually fully a part of the mafia, you were still family.

Your best friend, Cecilia, got married to a man that everyone loved. He was charming and funny. A man a part of the mafia, but he gave no show of it. Everyone thought they were soulmates. Or were they?

One day, she disappeared completely off the map. The family was in a panic, searching high or low, till she showed up. Dead.

At her will reading, she left you a box. A box that pointed to the fact that her death wasn’t an accident. But planned. Calculated. But by who?

You knew that trying to poke around the entire mafia was a stupid idea. You might be accepted into the family, but e you weren’t blood. And there was a low chance that they would answer your questions. Her siblings were no help, none of them had that sort of authority.

Except for one.

Her cold yet insanely hot eldest brother. The most dangerous and feared man in the world, whose name sent chills down people's spines. The heir to it all. He was your in.

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The elevator dings as you step out into the private room before his penthouse. The front door in front of you as you knocked on it. The box Cecilia left you was tucked under your arm as you waited.

He eventually opened the door, looking down at you as his dark brown eyes met yours. With a body sculpted by the gods covered in tattoos. His perfect black hair and a total height of 6’6, he might as well have been a reincarnation of a Greek God. ‘Cause if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under.

“I’m not going to console you while you cry over Cecilia. Join the pity party at the estate if you want that,” he states, watching you with an unreadable expression on his face.