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 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡He’s been avoiding my calls for a week.Seven days.Twenty-one missed calls.Three text messages I deleted before sending.Two I didn’t. No reply.I keep telling myself maybe he’s just busy. Maybe there’s a family emergency. Maybe he lost his phone or dropped it in a sewer or is out of the country or... I don’t know, anything but the actual truth clawing its way up my throat.You don’t just forget to call someone for seven days unless you’re trying not to.And I think I knew the truth by day three.I just didn’t want to face it.He slept with me... and regretted it.He used me or worse, he didn’t even think it was using. Maybe it was just a night to him. A mistake. A checkmark on a list. And the second it was over, so was I.And that’s what keeps replaying in my head as I stand here at the edge of the dining room in my spotless uniform, holding a tray of lentil tartlets with edible flowers, pretending like I’m fine. Like I didn’t cry in the locker room fifteen
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ I had blood on my knuckles, dirt on my shoes, and a headache pounding in my skull. “Bring him out,” I growled. Tomaso shoved the first one forward, a twitchy Lombardi runner, maybe twenty, maybe younger. Skinny kid with scabbed knuckles and too much gel in his hair. I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the metal storage container so hard the whole thing boomed. “You were seen in the alley behind Bar Santi. Five blocks from where my brother disappeared,” I said, low and cold in his ear. “Three of you. Two cars. You circled the block twice.” “N-no, I—I was just—” I punched him, straight to the gut and watched him fold like paper. “You what?” I said, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back. “You just what, huh?” “I was just following orders, man! We were told to look—look out for someone—” I backhanded him, hard. His teeth clicked and blood splattered the crate. I shoved the boy to his knees, “You think I give a fuck about your orders? You th
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I woke up to sunlight pouring in through the tall windows, warm and golden across the sheets. For a second, I didn’t move. Everything felt... different, better. My body ached in slow, tender places, but not in a bad way. More like the memory of something good had settled into my bones. I shifted slightly and pressed my thighs together, a faint ache pulsing between them. I hadn’t felt sore like this since... my first time. I rolled onto my back, stretching with a small sigh, bare skin brushing over cold sheets. That’s when I noticed that the bed beside me was empty. I blinked, groggy, brushing hair out of my face as I sat up. The pillow next to mine was still warm, faintly dented where his head had been, but he was gone. I looked around the room, but there were no sign of him. I turned the other way and saw a note on the nightstand, folded neatly. My phone beside it, with a full glass of water. I pulled the sheet up to my chest and leaned over, picking
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ She looked like something out of a dream. Or a sin I hadn’t paid for yet. She sat curled in the tub, hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, skin flushed and marked with the shadows of my hands, my mouth... my obsession. Water sloshed softly against porcelain, rising up just beneath her breasts, still streaked faintly with what I’d done to her. My cum was still on her, and I had the stupidest urge to tell her not to let it rinse off. I wanted it on her. In her. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, boxers damp from steam and water, arms braced loosely on my thighs, watching her like I might have to put her back together with my bare hands. She hadn't said much. Just let me lift her off the bed and carry her in here, her limbs loose and warm and obedient, her breath shaky as she curled into my chest like a kitten too tired to fight. Now, she was blinking slow. Her eyes glassy, lips parted, soft. One hand lazily trailing through the water while the other
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 He was letting me do this. He was letting me explore him. I’ve never touched a man like this before, never noticed every subtle shift of muscle, every breath, every twitch beneath my fingertips... and found it all so impossibly captivating. That realization stirred something warm and heady in my chest. My grip steadied, a little more confident now, and his fingers let go, leaving me to move on my own. I let my hand move again, watching the way he throbbed in my hand, the way his eyes didn’t leave my face. He didn’t tell me what to do, he just watched me. Let me have this moment. Let me learn him. “You’re... warm,” I whispered, eyes wide, it sounded like I’d just made a shocking discovery. His mouth curved slightly. “You’re adorable.” I shook my head, half laughing. “I’m not trying to be adorable. I’m trying to... you know, do this right.” “There’s no right way,” he murmured. “Just your way. And I’m enjoying every second of it.” His hand returned to
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