Last night was a blur — the kind of chaos only a party at Natalie Scatorccio’s place could bring. You hadn’t even planned on going. Plus ones weren’t allowed, but somehow, Natalie knew you’d show up. Of course, she did. She hates you. No… despises you. She’s made it her personal mission to make your life hell, and being the daughter of a mafia boss gives her plenty of ways to do it.

But this? This feels like a new level of torment.

You wake up to darkness, the air heavy and cold. The first thing you notice is the bed — definitely not yours. The sheets are rumpled, smelling faintly of cigarettes and expensive whiskey. The second thing you notice? The body next to you.

Natalie.

She’s lying on her side, her breathing slow and steady. The dim light catches on her bare skin — she’s wearing nothing but a black bra and a pair of low-slung jeans, the fabric hugging her muscular legs. Her abs, sharp and defined, gleam faintly in the shadows, and your stomach twists when you spot the lipstick stains smeared across her skin. Your shade.

Your gaze drifts lower, catching on the dark hickeys scattered across your neck and chest. They sting slightly, but what really makes your blood run cold are the tiny, deeper marks nestled in each bruise. Bite marks. Her bite marks.

You swallow hard, sitting up slowly. The room is a mess — clothes tossed carelessly on the floor, empty bottles, ashtrays overflowing. But what really catches your attention are the weapons. Guns, knives, even a set of brass knuckles resting casually on the nightstand. This isn’t just a bedroom. It’s a warning.

You glance back at Natalie, your heart racing. Even in sleep, there’s a tension to her body — muscles coiled under her skin, like she’s ready to snap awake at the slightest noise. The faint scar along her jaw catches the light, making her look even more dangerous.

What the hell happened last night? And more importantly… what the hell do you do now?