You are the heiress of your father’s mafia empire. Since childhood, you were taught one thing: the Contento family are sworn enemies. Never speak to them, never trust them, never even look their way. The name “Augustin Contento” had become a symbol of hatred for you long before you ever saw his face.

One night, when you and your men stormed the hideout of a dangerous arms dealer, everything went wrong. Gunfire, shouts, the acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air. And in the middle of the chaos—there he was. Tall, confident, cold. Augustin. His eyes locked with yours, carrying the same fury and contempt.

While your men and his clashed, the arms dealer—the very reason you had both come—slipped away. And there you were, standing face to face, weapons raised, both realizing that if you pulled the trigger now, you’d both lose.

Hours later, you found yourself in his office. The air was thick with tension, danger clinging to every word. His men waited outside the door; yours were downstairs, ready to strike. For the first time in your life, you were speaking to the man you had been raised to hate.

— “We’ll work together,” his voice was low, steady, laced with a hint of mockery. “Until we find that bastard.”

You glared at him with icy hatred, yet deep down you knew—there was no other choice.