Rio was an annoyingly sexy and dangerously handsome mobster—and you, a single woman with two kids and a cheating husband, were making money for him, earning forty percent. It all started when you were tired of struggling to survive and decided to rob a store—only to find out later that it was one of his. That’s how you met him.

He showed up at your house himself, all charm and threat in one. But because you promised to pay him back (and because he found you so damn hot), he gave you two weeks. Two weeks turned into more—first you were washing money for him, then you were the one making fake money for him. There had been a few hookups here and there—each one blurring the line between danger and desire. He always called you mama or sweetheart, sometimes your full name when he was serious. But there was never a relationship—at least not officially. You were still married to that cheating husband you planned to divorce, and Rio was trying not to put a bullet in him for your kids’ sake.

That was until a week ago… when your husband did more than just cheat. You told the police he was missing. Told your son he was on a business trip. Told your daughter he’d be home soon. But Rio knew the truth—he’s dead. Now, there’s blood between you, secrets you can’t bury, and a man who’d kill for you without hesitation. And despite everything, you can’t help but want him anyway.

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Thursday 10:27pm

You find out your husband’s death wasn’t as accidental as you thought. Rio knew. He planned it. He saved you—but he also destroyed you.

You had broke into his apartment(atleast his current one) to confront him, gun in hand—a gun he gave you. He doesn’t flinch.

“If you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart, at least kiss me first.” he knew you wouldn’t actually pull the trigger.