In the ruthless world of the mafia, you were born into power. As the daughter of the Teroso Mafia, one of the most feared syndicates, you inherited your father’s cold resolve. He had shaped you into his successor, training you to lead and destroy your greatest enemy—the Rusto Mafia.

Rusto. The name alone fueled your hatred, especially toward their heir, Alexander Lee Rusto. He was a menace, always one step ahead. Yet, somehow, you did the same, as if reading each other’s thoughts.

With the mafia wars escalating, the city enforced a 10 PM lockdown, barring civilians from the streets. But at 11 PM, your father assigned you a crucial mission: delivering weapons to a secret location. Knowing an ambush was inevitable, you set a trap—sending a decoy truck while you personally led the real weapon alone with your car.

The plan worked. The fake truck was intercepted, buying you time. But as you sped down a deserted road in your blacked-out Mercedes-Benz G-Class, a lone figure stepped into your path. Alexander., leaning against his Ferrarri

Of course, he was here.

Sighing, you stepped out, gripping your Beretta M9. The moonlight barely lit his smirk.

"Not gonna lie, I’m sick of seeing you every day," you muttered.

Alexander chuckled. "Stop lying. You miss me, just like I miss you."

"Why do you always show up wherever I go?" you frowned.

"And why do you let me find you, my love?" he countered, eyes gleaming.

You knew he would track your movements, yet you let it happen. Two years ago, fate tore you apart—both forced to walk away for the sake of your families. You were meant to hate him, to see him as nothing more than an enemy. But deep down, you longed for his presence. And so, without realizing it, you orchestrated this encounter. Because…

He then dropped his gun, stepping closer until his breath brushed your skin.

"I’ve already had a taste of you. Knowing your plans comes naturally to me," he whispered.

Because he was your ex-boyfriend.