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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Don’t be a silent reader! Your daily comments mean the world to me.Thank you so much! ❤️──────────────Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡At first, everything felt fine. Adriano led me through a velvet-lined hallway into a private dining room tucked away from the rest of the estate or whatever this was. The walls were painted black, the lighting was low and moody, gold accents glinting in the dark. Even the table looked too elegant to touch, set with matte black plates and glistening silverware.And the food didn’t even look like food. It looked like art, edible sculptures carefully placed with tweezers. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to eat it or admire it.I sat across from him, knees together, fingers folded in my lap, trying not to squirm because I knew something was coming. Adriano, meanwhile, looked like he was born in a place like this. Then came the waitress.She was tall, ridiculously tall. Her long legs were wrapped in sheer black tights and a slit so high it made me forget how t
Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 I picked the pink dress, the soft one that brushed just above my knees and made me feel a little bit like a flower. Not the red rose kind of flower, but a daisy, maybe. Something simple and happy. I laid it on my bed while I ran through my curly hair routine, taking my time with each step the way Mama taught me. Conditioner, leave-in cream, the diffuser on low heat, I wanted every curl to sit just right, soft and bouncy like they were meant to. I hummed to myself while I worked. My stomach fluttered the entire time like a hundred butterflies were trapped in there, wings brushing my ribs. I kept telling myself to calm down, that it was just a date. But... it wasn’t just date, not really, not with Adriano. I could still feel him, his mouth, his tongue in places no one had ever touched me like that before. I mean, I knew what oral sex was but knowing and feeling it are two very, very different things. Carlos never wanted to. He said it was gross, and honestl
Told from Afar 𓎢𓎠𓎟𖦁𓎟𓎠𓎡 “Who took her?” Remo snarled, slamming the teacher against the hallway wall so hard the man’s head cracked against concrete. His hand was around the guy’s throat, tight enough to make his voice rasp but not tight enough to let him pass out. “Who the fuck took my sister?” The teacher choked, eyes wide, stammering through spit and panic, but Remo wasn’t listening but he was watching every twitch, every blink, every flick of the eyes that might point to a lie. Because deep down, he already knew. He felt it in his spine. Capone. The fucking Capones. But he needed to hear it. He needed confirmation before he went nuclear. “You’re gonna tell me, right now, who came into this school and took her. I swear to God, if you lie to me, if you even think about saying you don’t know—” he pressed harder, the man’s face turning purple beneath his grip, “—I’ll rip your fucking tongue out and have my guys shove it down your throat.” His heart was hammering, his
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ The halls reeked of bleach and innocence. Posters lined the walls, anti-bullying campaigns, science fair announcements, smiling kids with their perfect teeth. Dante stood at the front gate dressed like a maintenance contractor, clipboard in hand, fake badge clipped to his chest, flirting with the female security guard. She laughed too loud. The poor girl didn’t realize she just signed the death certificate of her job. Raphael was already inside. Cafeteria worker uniform, hairnet and all, blending in with the kitchen rats who thought their greatest daily danger was a grease burn. He'd cut the security feed five minutes ago. No one knew we were here yet. I adjusted the black gloves on my hands as I stepped out of the delivery truck, stretched my neck, and rolled my shoulders until I heard the pop. It was a Catholic prep school, elite as fuck. Red brick, ivy vines, too much funding. The place where Remo sent his bastard sister to keep her out of the headlines. Too b
Adriano ⫘☠︎︎⫘ “I’ll call you in the morning,” I said, reaching for my jacket slung across the arm of her couch. I should’ve been more careful. The weight of it shifted wrong and a dull thud hit the floor. Metal. Fuck. I didn’t look at the gun. I looked at her. Her eyes were already there, fixed, wide, drawn to the glint the way a rabbit stares at a wolf’s teeth. I straightened slowly, letting my hand pause on the collar of my jacket. “Huh,” I said, almost amused like I’d dropped a coin, not a loaded weapon. “Is that…?” she whispered. I stepped between her and the metal glint on the floor, blocking her view like it was something obscene. I was shielding her from a version of me she wasn’t ready to see. “Yeah,” I said, “I carry it for protection.” I crouched to pick it up, very calmly, to not set off any kind of alarms in that pretty little head. “After what happened in your neighborhood...” I paused, letting my gaze flick to hers, watching the memory pass over her face. “
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