Madeleine Júlia Cordeiro lives in a quiet, plant-filled apartment in the rougher part of Chicago. She’s twenty-one, broke, vegan, and studying animal science at the local community college. She cries over rescue dogs, talks to her plants like they’re her best friends, and thinks violence is something that only happens in action movies. Her life is calm, predictable, and painfully ordinary. Until he bleeds all over her floor. Adriano Capone is violence in human form—shot, hunted, and very much the kind of man her sweet little heart should run from. He’s everything she hates: violent, dangerous, cruel in the way only a mafia prince can be. He’s everything she’s sworn to avoid but he's hurt and Maddie has a soft spot for lost things. So, she stitches him up. And he stitches himself into her life. He's the devil incarnate. She's never even slapped someone. But fate doesn't care about perfect matches... It threw fire into the hands of a flower girl.
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Madeleine𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡His hands were all over me, and they were fast and impatient, like he was flipping through a magazine he’d already read too many times. There was no buildup, there never was, just lips on my neck, his breath hot and the creak of my old mattress under us.I stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly. The fan spun in lazy circles above, and I tried to focus on the sound instead of how disconnected I felt.His weight pressed into me, he was heavy and he was careless about it, like I was just... there. “God, Maddie,” Carlos groaned, burying his face in my shoulder like he was trying to disappear inside his own need.I made a soft noise, something that could pass for enthusiasm, but really, I was just trying to keep up. Trying to figure out what I was missing. Because everyone always talked about this stuff like it was fireworks and moans and clawing at walls, like it could change your life. But all I felt was his hand gripping my hip too tightly and the ache in my bac
Madeleine𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡One Month Later.𓎢𓎠𓎟𖦁𓎟𓎠𓎡The espresso machine hissed at me like it had personal beef.I flinched, flicked the steam wand off with my elbow, and shoved the finished oat latte onto the counter with a smile so wide it felt physically glued to my face."Order up! Medium oat milk lavender latte, extra foam, extra patience," I called out, hoping the man in the beanie would actually hear me this time instead of scrolling TikTok on full volume at the window seat.He didn’t.I sighed, wiped my hands on the apron I hadn’t washed in... three shifts, and turned back to the chaos that was my life. Or at least the espresso bar during Friday lunch rush.It was a mess.No, I was a mess.My hair was in a half-bun that was threatening to un-bun. My sneakers were wet because I spilled an entire iced matcha an hour ago. And I was working Sarah’s shift again, even though she called out this morning for the third time this week because, her boyfriend had diarrhea.I glanced a
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘In under ten minutes, there was a sharp knock at the door. Madeleine’s eyes lit up.“I’ll get it—it must be your family!” she said, already halfway across the room, way too eager for her own good.She had no idea what she was about to open that door to. One look at Vince and she’d know exactly what I was. He wore the dark like a second skin—never bothered to hide it.I was up before she touched the handle, cutting her off in three strides. My hand closed over the doorknob, jaw tight.“I got it,” I muttered, voice low.Her brows pinched, confusion flickering across her face. “It’s okay, I can—”“I said I got it,” I said with enough force to freeze her where she stood.I cracked the door open, just enough for my body to block the view. Vince’s cold stare locked on mine instantly—dark suit, darker eyes, hands tucked into his trench coat pockets like he had all the time in the world to ruin someone’s life. His knuckles were split, fresh. His jaw ticked once.He didn’t smile
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘I didn’t know what the fuck got into me when I stood up and followed her, half-naked, half-dead, and still bleeding under the gauze she’d tried to keep on me. My joints ached, ribs screamed, stitches tugged with every step, but I walked anyway.Right into the chaos that was her tiny-ass apartment.The place was a fucking fever dream. Plants were hanging from the ceiling like we were in a jungle, sunlight spilling through the windows. A little couch faced the TV, coffee table cluttered with books and mugs and a crocheted coaster that said hug in a cup. The rug was lopsided, probably tripped over daily, and the whole place smelled faintly like cinnamon and lavender.Then I saw it.The cat.Correction—the demon. It was camped out in the corner of the room, black, one eye glowing like it knew what I did for a living. The other eye was gone, just gone. The fucker had a walker with tennis balls on the legs, and it glared at me like I owed it money or maybe blood. “What the
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘The look on her face made me believe that I wasn’t someone who could break necks with my bare hands. She seems so... off her guard. She simply folded herself into that little armchair across from me, cross-legged like we were about to gossip over coffee. There was no fear, not even a flicker of it. Either she was the dumbest person I’d ever met... or I don't know... something else. I watched her move, soft limbs, oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder, as she glanced up at me with that open, too-honest face and said, “Capone? Like the Al Capone?”I didn’t answer right away. Just stared at her, my fingers loosely locked, elbows on my knees. That voice of hers, it was sweet. “Your name is kinda badass,” she went on, totally unbothered by the fact that I hadn’t blinked in about a minute, “Do people always ask you that? Sorry if that’s annoying, I just... you don’t meet many Capones walking around, you know?”She had no fucking idea.My mouth twitched, like my body
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