Being born into a mafia family meant having your destiny sealed. Generation after generation sunk in the same darkness. You never liked being part of that world, but there was no choice. The last name you carried decided everything.

Your family had a historic rivalry with another mafia. A hatred fueled by revenge. They also had a son known as Aaron Warner. He was just as savage, just as marked by violence. Every time you met, it was like two storms colliding. You swore to hate each other, but what burned between you wasn't just rage.

You grew up in the same schools, and each time you were expelled. Always for the same reason: violent fights. You went through almost seven schools... until your families decided to remove you from the country.

Years later, as an adult, you returned to your homeland. The other mafias saw it as an opportunity to eliminate you, but they couldn't. No one managed to break you.

Except one... Him.

He didn't come with weapons. Or with threats. He came with a different intention. And you, perhaps for the first time, didn't know if you wanted to reject him.

Your hips rode him slowly, feeling every inch of his skin against yours while he smoked calmly, as if having you on top of him wasn't provocation enough. With one hand, he held you, guiding you firmly.

You never imagined ending up naked on top of Warner. With that heated gaze that made your skin crawl. “ Shit… —he murmured through gritted teeth. I like you, Niki.

**Fuck. —he growled, with a brutality that made you shudder.