로그인He was a detective hunting a ghost. Until the ghost decided to hunt him back. Detective Alex Marchetti has spent months building a case against Vincenzo, a Mafia boss who exists only in whispers. When Vincenzo finally walks into his interrogation room, Alex thinks he's won. He's wrong. Vincenzo reveals he's been watching Alex for even longer—knows his routines, his apartment, his dead partner. The interrogation wasn't an arrest. It was an invitation. As Alex's life unravels—his captain exposed as corrupt, his partner murdered and framed as suicide, his career destroyed—he's left with nowhere to go. So he walks into Vincenzo's estate and surrenders. What follows is a volatile dance of obsession and desire. Vincenzo is possessive, tender, cruel by turns. Alex hates how his body responds. But when a rival family kidnaps him, Vincenzo unleashes hell to get him back. In the blood-soaked aftermath, they collide—desperate, violent, electric. Then the truth emerges: Alex's father, a cop, was killed by Vincenzo's father, the Don. And Vincenzo knew. Betrayal. Lies. A legacy of blood. As Vincenzo's sister betrays the family and his long-lost brother returns to claim the empire, Alex faces an impossible choice: walk away from the man who dismantled his life… or stand beside him as they burn it all down. "You're here because I wanted you to be." A slow-burn MM Mafia/Cop romance packed with twists, toxicity, and raw passion. The hunter becomes the hunted. The prisoner becomes the king. And love becomes the most dangerous weapon of all.
더 보기The morning light was soft through the windows of the study, the same windows that had been shattered and replaced, the same walls that had been torn down and rebuilt. Alex stood by the desk, the same desk where he'd spent so many nights reading files, chasing ghosts, trying to find a truth that kept slipping through his fingers. But the files were gone now, the ghosts laid to rest, the truth finally at peace.Vincenzo was behind him, his arms around Alex's waist, his hands flat against Alex's stomach. The child was small still, barely showing, but Vincenzo held him like he was already here, already part of their world."You're thinking," Vincenzo said. His voice was soft, his lips against Alex's ear.Alex leaned back into him, felt the warmth of his body, the steadiness of his hands. "I'm always thinking.""About what?"Alex looked out the window. The garden was in bloom, the fountain running, the bench where his mother sat every morning waiting for the sun to rise. Beyond the gates,
The office was on the twentieth floor of a building that hadn't existed five years ago. Glass walls, steel beams, a view of the city that stretched to the river and beyond. Alex sat behind a desk that was too big for him, a computer screen that was too bright, a phone that hadn't stopped ringing all morning. He'd been here since six, going over contracts, reviewing security footage, making calls to people who needed things he could provide.The name on the door said Marchetti Security Solutions. The business card in his pocket said Alex Marchetti, CEO. The man in the mirror that morning had looked like a stranger.His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, expecting Vincenzo, expecting his mother, expecting anyone but the name that appeared on the screen.Cole. How's the new office?Alex typed back. Too big. Too clean. Too many windows.Cole's response came fast. You'll get used to it. Give it time.Alex set the phone down, looked out the window. The city was spread out below him, the buildi
The estate was alive again.The walls that had been shattered were rebuilt, the windows that had been broken were replaced, the garden that had been trampled was blooming. Crews had worked through the night to get it ready, hanging lights in the trees, setting chairs on the lawn, draping flowers from the porch. The result was something Alex had never seen before. Something that looked like hope.He stood at the window of the study, the same study where he'd spent so many nights reading files, chasing ghosts, trying to find a truth that kept slipping through his fingers. Now it was empty, the walls freshly painted, the floors polished, the desk replaced with a table that held a vase of flowers. The room smelled of paint and roses and something else. Something that smelled like new beginnings.His mother was behind him, her hands on his shoulders, her reflection in the glass."You're nervous," she said.Alex looked at his hands. The ring was on his finger, the gold bright against his sk
The morning came slowly, the light filtering through the trees, the mist rising from the garden. Alex stood at the window of the cabin, his hands wrapped around a cup of coffee, his eyes on the path that led to the house. The walls were going up again, the roof being patched, the windows being fitted. The estate was coming back to life.His mother was at the table, reading a book, her glasses perched on her nose, her hair loose around her shoulders. She'd been staying with them for weeks now, ever since the night they came back from the airfield. She didn't talk about the past. She didn't talk about the letters. She just sat in the kitchen and made tea and waited for them to come home.Vincenzo was in the bedroom. He'd been in there for an hour, longer than he needed to be, longer than it took to get dressed. Alex could hear him moving around, opening drawers, closing them, opening them again."You should go to him," his mother said, not looking up from her book.Alex turned from the
The estate looked different in the daylight.The last time Alex had seen it, the gates were twisted, the windows shattered, the walls scarred from the FBI raid. Now, three weeks later, the gates were gone, replaced by a temporary fence. The driveway was torn up, the gravel replaced with mud and tir
The sun was fully over the horizon by the time the FBI arrived. Alex watched the cars come down the access road, a line of black sedans moving slow, deliberate, like a funeral procession. The light caught their windshields, turned them into mirrors, hid the faces of the men and women inside.Vincen
The wreckage was still smoking when Alex reached it.The fire crews had pulled back, the police had formed a perimeter, the paramedics were waiting with their stretchers and their bags of equipment that wouldn't be enough. The Captain's car was a blackened shell, the metal twisted, the windows gone
The airfield was at the edge of the city, where the streets turned to gravel and the lights of the airport were a smear on the horizon. Alex had been here once before, years ago, on a case that had gone nowhere. He remembered the hangars, the runways, the chain-link fence that was supposed to keep
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