LOGINHe was raised by blood and fire. She was born from loss and buried memories. Lorenzo is a ruthless mafia king—cold, calculating, and feared across Chicago and New York. Groomed to inherit an empire soaked in violence, he has spent his life clawing his way toward one goal: freedom. Three more years, and he plans to walk away from the underworld forever, leaving the bloodstained crown behind. But fate has other plans. Mel lives a quiet life defined by art, guilt, and responsibility. Haunted by dreams of a boy with mismatched eyes and surrounded by roses, she believes they are nothing more than fragments of her imagination—until those dreams begin to feel dangerously real. When their worlds collide, buried truths resurface. The boy Lorenzo once was. The girl he once saved. A promise neither of them remembers making—but never truly broke. As enemies close in and the past claws its way back to the surface, Lorenzo must choose between the empire he was born to rule and the woman who could destroy it. Loving her means risking everything—his power, his future, and the carefully controlled monster he’s become. Because some roses don’t bloom to be protected. They bloom to bring kings to their knees. And in a world of thorns, love may be the deadliest weapon of all.
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The old man didn’t smile. He sneered, baring all teeth and thick lips. And it sure freaked the hell out of those kids. Tyler caught a glint of gold tooth. He wondered if it was real gold. Maybe the old man was rich. Whomever got to be adopted by him must be really lucky. He wished he was lucky too. He was already ten, by far one of the oldest kids here in this orphanage, and far too mature for anyone to adopt. He’d given up on that dream long ago, though. He knew he’d never be adopted. If his real parents didn’t want him, then who the hell would. And he knew why, too. He was a freak. He’d been told countless times before, especially by those kids who had arrived after him and had left before him to live with happy adoptive parents. Just because he had mismatched eyes, did that really make him a freak? Tyler asked himself that question every morning whenever he looked at himself in the mirror and saw those eyes staring right back. One side green and one side blue. It was odd, but still… No. He wasn’t some freak. He refused to believe that. He was just different, that was all. The world needed a little different. If everyone were just the same, then the world would be pretty boring. And he hated boring. This situation would count as one of those boring occasions. They were told to line up against the wall, all of them boys, like little soldiers ready for inspection. That was what the family had wanted. Although he wasn’t quite sure whether the word *family* would apply to this group of people. Family usually consisted of couples who ogled them from afar like they were young puppies, but this group, they were like a bunch of gangs he saw on television shows whenever the matrons allowed them to watch TV. There were at least five of them, all standing behind that big overbearing old man who looked to be their leader. He’d called him Big Boss. Oh well. He’d just go along with the flow. It wasn’t like Big Boss was going to pick him anyway. He should just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. And he did exactly that, relaxing his stance, leaning back against the wall with one leg crossed over the other, while he amused himself with the spectacle before him. One of the kids took his interest. It was Barney. And he was walking toward Big Boss. Barney was a show-off shit, one who was constantly harping on about how he was too cool for this orphanage and that one day some filthy rich family would come and collect him to live in a filthy rich mansion. And Big Boss sure looked like the type of man who belonged in a filthy rich mansion. Barney was already preening himself like a peacock to impress the guy. Tyler didn’t like Barney. For a kid half his size, Barney sure had a big mouth. Tyler was already a head taller than the other boys his age, but that never gained him any advantage. Barney and his big mouth got him into trouble countless times. And since he couldn’t control his temper, he ended up boxing Barney back. That’s why most of the kids here hated him—because of his behavior and weird looks. So when he saw Barney hightailing it back into the matron’s arms after Big Boss gave his signature smile, Tyler couldn’t hide his smile of satisfaction. Barney deserved it for acting like a jerk. Sometimes he just wished jerks like Barney wouldn’t get adopted. But that was not always the case. Jerks do get adopted. Like almost all the time. Because they know how to hide their true nature behind innocent faces. And the matrons and those adoptive parents loved them, thinking they were little angels. Sometimes he just wished he could act like them too. Be all nice and say please and thank you whenever the matrons asked it of him. But he was just too straightforward. He knew manners. He just didn’t like acting on false pretenses. Especially in front of these potential adoptive parents. Maybe that was where he went wrong. Maybe he really had no manners. Maybe that was why no one wanted to adopt him. Tyler sighed. Oh well. It wasn’t like he cared anyway. He was way past caring now. If all of the children here got adopted, he’d be happy for them. As for himself, he’d survive, as long as he had Georgina and baby Rose with him. They weren’t his blood relations, but their bond was far stronger than any family he’d ever known. Georgina was one of the matrons here who had come to work at the orphanage three years ago. She acted more like a mother to him than a person in charge. She let him read books, unlike the other matrons who scowled at him whenever he had his face buried in one. Somehow, she just understood him, when no one else in the orphanage did. And he liked that. He appreciated that. His early memory of the orphanage was rather vague. He couldn’t remember much of when he’d first arrived here, but he did remember growing up feeling lonely. He couldn’t make many friends since he was so different from the other kids in the orphanage. He enjoyed peace and quiet. The other kids not so much. They loved making noise and getting into trouble. He just wasn’t that kind. He preferred his books. And the company of baby Rose. Ahhh… baby Rose. She was a cute wee thing. Unfortunately, she wasn’t cute enough for her parents; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been abandoned here at the orphanage. He remembered that day very clearly, two years ago to this date, when she had first appeared mysteriously out of the blue. His mind was about to drift back to the past when a loud wailing sound alerted him to his surroundings, and he was jerked back to reality, just in time to see another kid falling victim to Big Boss’ sneer. Tyler wanted to laugh when he realized it was none other than Timothy, Barney’s best friend. But as soon as he saw Georgina’s warning face, he behaved himself. Still, it wasn’t surprising that Timothy was also scared of Big Boss. Who wouldn’t be, when he was like a giant to them all. Big, massive chest and black eyebrows that shot straight into his hairline whenever he glared at them. Big Boss was simply intimidating. And couple that with those big buffed goons, too, and the situation quickly got out of hand. The boys were howling like little puppies. Georgina had to calm them all down. Tyler had never seen such a spectacle his whole life. It was quite enjoyable. Like they were at a circus. But the show had come to an end. He was the last in line. And he knew exactly what would happen when he was last in line. The odd stares and awkward glances between the adoptive parents, before the matrons quietly sent him on his way. So yeah, he was beyond caring. Tyler was already lifting himself off the wall and was about to leave when he could feel someone’s eyes boring into his back. It was a strange, eerie feeling, as if all their attention was focused on him. He took a backward glance and caught Big Boss’ eyes.Gosh! I had never thought of him that way. In my dreams, he had always been his young self. But to imagine what he looked like as a man, all grown up with a deep masculine voice… Just the thought sent shivers down my spine.Was this the kind of man I would fall for? Those heterochromia eyes, blue and green, staring fixatedly at the person he loved, and those lips… Heat raced up on my face.Gosh! I was being ridiculous. I was already twenty-one years old, a fully grown adult. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about a man in broad daylight.And why was I feeling embarrassed? Girls my age had already experienced love, sex, and everything in between. Just because I hadn’t experienced all those things yet, it didn’t mean I had to act cheesy. I turned to a more serious matter.“I’ll be home late today. Would you mind doing the cooking tonight?”“No worries. I’ll pick up groceries on the way home,” Jenny said.My sister was always so considerate. She was such a kind person. I hoped one day she woul
It was not that blue. I was sure of it. His left eye was a sort of color even I found hard to describe. Turquoise? Aqua-blue? No, not that either.Today was the first day back at the university, and this painting was supposed to be my summer holiday project. If only I could just pick a random blue color to paint his left eye, then this painting would have been finished yesterday. But I was stubborn. It needed to be the right shade of blue.I put the paintbrush down and tried to imagine what his eye color was again. And I saw him, just like in my dreams—hair the color of spun gold, and eyes… heterochromia. He had heterochromia eyes. One blue and one green. He was unique. He was special. And he was the boy who kept appearing in my dreams.It was weird. I’d always thought dreams were just random images your brain fired off when you were asleep, but I couldn’t explain how a boy with such a unique physical feature could appear in my dreams again and again, as if he were a memory I had so
The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover.For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.Soon it would all be over. Soon he’d get to wash his hands off all the dirty deeds and put his gun away for good. Soon he’d get to return to where he always wanted to be. His home. A lifetime away from all the drugs, the prostitution, and all the stupid fucking elites who thought they could rule the world.Just three more years and he would step down and retire. Gian, his younger brother, would be mature enough t
Present-dayBang!The sound of the gunshot rang in his ears and his world turned red.Literally. He was covered in blood. His father’s blood.The man whom he loved and cherished the most in the world fell over, his weight heavy on top of him. He was about to turn him over, when another shot fired through, hitting his father in the arm.He quickly pulled his father to the side in the hope of shielding him from further bullets, but it was too late. His father was losing too much blood. He tried to suppress the blood flow, but it wasn’t working. The damage was already done. His father was on his last dying breath.“Protect your brother.”He nodded his head.“I will, Dad. I’ll protect Gian.”He watched his father speak, each word becoming tougher with each breath he took. He leaned close, hearing those last few words, so powerful, they engraved deep in his soul.“Reform the clan. I love you, son.”And his father’s body went limp.Pain pierced at his heart, like a thousand knives stabbing
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