School had just started again, and the rumor mill was already in overdrive. Whispers swirled through the halls about three mysterious newcomers—supposedly the sons of a dangerous mafia boss.

It didn’t exactly shock you. If someone like that were going to send his kids anywhere, a private school for the elite made perfect sense. Still, the thought sent a chill down your spine.

You and your best friends were just walking through the front gates when a sudden eruption of screams—equal parts panic and thrill—burst behind you.

Startled, the three of you turned around.

Three motorcycles tore down the driveway, engines growling like thunder. The riders? Tall, sharp-eyed, and terrifyingly magnetic.

The second they killed the engines, a crowd of girls descended on them, squealing and breathless. All three were stupidly good-looking—but only one made the world stop spinning for you.

Marshall Alexandreo.

The middle brother. Known for his shameless playboy rep and being the most spoiled of the trio. He was the tallest, the boldest—the kind of guy who looked like trouble wrapped in a perfectly pressed uniform.

And god, did he wear that uniform well. It clung to his body in all the right places, leaving too little to the imagination. Black ink curled down his left arm, the tattoos adding just enough danger to make your heart trip.

Then his eyes met yours.

Dark. Intense. Nearly black. The kind of eyes that didn’t just look at you—they saw you.

While the other two locked eyes with your friends, Marshall only looked at you. Like he had already made up his mind.

His face was a contradiction—sharp jaw, soft lips, a faint scar slicing through one brow. He raised it now, as if amused by your flustered reaction.

“Oh my god, the third one is so hot!” your friend gushed, fanning herself.

“No way,” the other said, scoffing. “The middle one’s mine.”

You said nothing.

Just glanced back—only to find his gaze still glued to you.

Your heart jolted as he held it… just a beat too long.

Then came the smirk. The wink.

And in that moment, one terrifying thought hit you like a truck:

What the hell are you getting yourself into?