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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Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡I didn’t give him the chance of turning first. I couldn’t. My arms slid around his waist from behind, clutching him like if I just held tight enough, he’d never leave me. Pain ripped through my shoulder where the bullet wound still hadn’t fully healed, but I held tighter anyway. My cheek pressed against the sharp line of his back, breathing in the familiar burn of smoke and cologne, the scent that had haunted me every night we’ve been away. For a second, he stilled beneath me, and my heart leapt with hope, until his hands came down hard, prying mine away as if I burned him. He didn’t even falter on the call.“No, Giacomo, you’re not listening,” his voice was a low growl, he paced a step forward, dragging my arms off his suit like I was some clinging stranger, “I don’t give a fuck who signed the paper. You keep that container locked until I say otherwise, or you’re the one in the water tonight.”The rejection cut deep, but I moved anyway, like my body had deci
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡My chest felt hollow, the tears wouldn't stop, an endless waterfall soaking the pillowcase beneath my cheek. I'd been crying for what felt like an eternity, from the moment the guards dragged me away from the gates until now, lying alone in this bed in my parents' house.I thought I knew heartbreak.I was gutted when I found out he'd messed with my birth control, but that was just fury. A hot, angry rage that demanded to be seen and validated. It was a betrayal of trust... not a shattering of my soul.Then came the truth about him, the real him. A monster in a suit. That was a different kind of pain, a deep ache in my chest that felt like my heart was trying to claw its way out. I truly believed I was broken beyond repair then.And the texts... the fact that he'd been stalking me, harassing me anonymously, that was a whole other level of devastation. It was a twisted, ugly reality, and it hurt in a way I couldn't put into words.But all of it, every single blo
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ The front door swung open like a trap door out of a hole. Two weeks in that glorified coffin called the hospital and they still hadn't had the balls to officially call me "recovered." Screw that noise. I wasn't waiting for a medical blessing. My ribs clicked like broken dice every time I moved, the stitches burned, and my lungs still sounded like a wiped-out diesel engine. But I was on my feet. I was walking. That was all the green light I needed. "Jesus, boss, you should be flat on your—" Meatball tried to start. "Shut up," I grunted, hauling my busted ass past him. Every step was a fresh spike of pain. Meatball followed, "You're walking like you got a broomstick shoved up your back, boss. You gotta take it easy." I stopped, turning to glare at him. The motion sent a shockwave through my ribs, “Easy? ‘Easy’ is for the dead, Meatball. ‘Easy’ is what got me in that hospital in the first place,” I leaned on the car door, trying to catch my breath, “Now open the god
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I sat hunched on the edge of the guest bed. My left arm was strapped across my ribs in a stiff brace, bandages climbing from my shoulder all the way to my elbow. I pressed my fist against my mouth. The tremor started low in my stomach and climbed up my throat until it broke out as a sound. It wasn't a sob, it was more like a gasp that had nowhere to go. “Mãe…” Her footsteps were soft as she came into the room, her dark hair pulled back. When she saw me awake, she crossed the space between us and sank to her knees in front of me. “Meu Deus,” she whispered, her thumb brushing at my tears even before they’d fallen all the way. “I can’t…” I whispered the words I had been saying since yesterday, “I can’t live without him.” She made a small sound, her fingers hovered near my shoulder. “He’s... he’s bleeding somewhere, and I’m not there, I’m not—” my breath caught, “I love him. I love him so much, mãe, I can’t—” I bent forward, the pain in my shou
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 “I deserve it. I ruined you. I ruined us. And I’m still ruining you… now.” How could he say that? How could he even think it? I wanted to grab him, crush him against me, cover every bruise with my mouth until they disappeared, until he believed he was worth everything to me. But his skin was draining of color, lips I’d kissed a thousand times fading from pink to a sickly blue that made bile claw up my throat. A slick of sweat glazed his temple. The world narrowed to the rhythm of his ribs rising and falling, and terror tunneled through me. I needed to do something. Anything. Move him. Get help. Rip him out of those ropes and run until Remo couldn’t find us. My brain offered frantic lists but my hands refused to obey. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Remo. Just standing there. Cigarette dangling, ash spilling, that slow, satisfied grin twisting his mouth as he watched Adriano bleed out like it was nothing, like it was a show. Just as my hand twitched
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