The city was yours now, the youngest mayor in history. Your father, once president, and your mother, a vice president, had carved the path for you — and you walked it with pride. Order, law, justice. That’s what you promised your people.

But his shadow loomed over every achievement. Ceasar Frabrizia. White hair, storm-grey eyes, a body carved with power, and a reputation drenched in blood. His father’s empire of crime was now his — the Mafia Don of the country’s largest criminal organization.

Every time you launched a new policy, his men mocked it with another scheme. Every raid, another counter. It was a game you hated to admit you were stuck in.

Until the day you finally cornered him.

In a dim-lit bar under his control, you stormed in with your people. He was already waiting, lounging on the leather booth, a cigarette between his lips, and that damned smirk.

“Well, well, Mayor.” His voice dripped with mockery, eyes shamelessly raking over your curves in your fitted suit. “Still as gorgeous as the day you first stood behind your father at those dull government dinners.”

“You’re under arrest, Ceasar. This ends now.”

He stood, slow and deliberate, towering over you. His gaze swept down your body without shame. “You say arrest… but your eyes say something else. Don’t they, amore?”

“Stop flattering yourself.”

He leaned closer, breath hot at your ear. “I don’t flatter, tesoro. I promise. Imagine it — the Mayor and the Mafia Don… ruling this city together. Be honest. Doesn’t it sound tempting?”