RUE His chest was solid beneath my palm, his smirk infuriatingly smug even when I was one second away from gutting him."Apologize," I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him. "You don't just disappear on me like that. I wake up and you're gone? That's a dick move, Trouble."His smirk faltered, and for a second, I saw a raw emotion slip through his eyes.When he spoke, his deep voice was low."I didn't think..." He broke off, his jaw tightening. Then he leaned closer, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear."I didn't think I was worthy of sharing a bed with the Cross princess."Oh.I blinked up at him, caught off guard. Of all the excuses, that was not one I'd prepared for. Heat flushed my cheeks, and I hated that he'd managed to pull that out of me."You're lucky you're hot," I muttered, rolling my eyes as if that could erase the way my pulse had just sprinted.That smirk of his curved deeper before his lips crashed onto mine. Hot enough to make me forget that I'd been furious seconds
ADRIANMonths ago, The ballroom reeked of old money and possible older grudges. Crystal chandeliers threw fractured light over a crowd of liars in expensive tuxedos and dresses.I wasn't here to be seen. I was here to watch.And that’s when I saw her.Killian Cross walked in, his aura instantly setting men on edge. Women glanced at him more than just twice. I could see why. He was more than just sugar daddy material. He always had that presence, the kind that set me on edge. But the shadow at his side was no shadow at all.She was a blaze.Blue eyes that sparkled like jewels, scanning the room with more curiosity than fear. She moved with him but not behind him. Defiant. Electric. Untamed.Of course she was his. I would've known it even without the last name. The jawline, the arrogance in her movements—it was Cross blood, through and through.But there was something else. Something not even Killian had. A finesse sharper than any blade.She slipped from his side to grab a glass o
RUE His chest rumbled under my arm as he let out a low laugh muffled by the black mask. Instead of fighting, he lifted one large hand and cupped my face, his thumb brushing dangerously close to my mouth.My heart betrayed me, pounding harder and sending heat straight through my veins. No man had ever made me feel like this.I tilted my chin defiantly, keeping my smirk hot. "Careful, Trouble. Hands on me come with consequences."He didn't answer. He simply lifted his hands, showing me he wasn't armed, before flicking his fingers towards the mask. A dare."Oh, you want me to?" My voice dripped with mock sweetness as I reached up. "Fine."The mask peeled away easily. At that same moment, a gust of wind cut through the alley, tugging his hood back. My breath caught at the sight of him.His hair was long, thick, and dark, tumbling over his shoulders with reckless ease. His face...damn. Symmetry sharp enough to cause traffic, a beauty so devastating it almost hurt to look at him. The ki
RUE"Dad?"The Cross mansion was too quiet. That was suspicious, considering that my father's version of downtime usually involved yelling at his men to be faster with the damn numbers.I climbed the marble stairs two at a time, heading straight for his bedroom. If my mother's gossip was accurate...Killian Cross, the devil of Bellator Crux himself, had been plagued with migraines and high blood pressure lately. The mighty lion had been pacing his cage a little slower.I knocked lightly, and then I pushed the door open.He was in bed, a laptop balanced on the nightstand beside an untouched glass of water, an ice pack pressed against his temple.His glasses had slipped down his nose. Even with the lines around his eyes and the gray streaking his black hair, my father looked... unfairly good.Mafia lords weren't supposed to age like wine. They were supposed to shrivel into bitter husks, not look like they could still seduce a boardroom and break kneecaps all in the same afternoon.I padd
TWELVE YEARS LATER,SERA Christmas morning in my house is not peaceful. It's loud and messy and involves at least one of my children acting like the Grinch reincarnated.Wrapping paper was everywhere. Ornaments were mysteriously missing from the bottom half of the tree because Lucia swears the tree "looked better that way." And my twins were arguing noisily."Why do you get the bigger stocking?" Giovanni demanded, pointing at his sister's haul."Because Santa likes me more," Lucia said sweetly, batting her lashes. "Obviously.""You're literally evil.""And you're literally short."Rue, who was perched on the arm of the couch with her long legs crossed, sighed dramatically. "God. This is embarrassing. Don't you two get tired of being basic?"I raised my coffee mug. "Basic is generous. This is more like feral."Before Gio could lunge at Lucia, the smell hit us. Something warm and sweet. Cinnamon-sugar heaven.Killian walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray that looked like it be
RAFAEL Funerals are supposed to be quiet, dignified things. Black clothes. Whispered prayers. And a solemn atmosphere.But this one somehow felt like a joke.Matteo's coffin sat at the front of the chapel, draped in lilies. They were his favorite, though he'd never admit it out loud. He'd said they were "too delicate for a man like him." Yeah, well, turns out he was delicate after all, wasn't he? His flesh and bone melted just as easily as anyone else's could have.I was sitting in the second row with my arms crossed, my tie choking me like a noose. People kept giving me that look. The one that said, "You should cry, Raf. Show us your humanity."But what they didn't understand was that I already did my crying. I sobbed like a fucking child into Ethan's shirt the night Matteo fell into that acid pit. He held me while I shook, whispering that I'd be okay when we both knew I wouldn't.So no, I wasn't crying today. Today I was angry.Because there lay Matteo, the idiot who betrayed u