Marked by the Mafia devil’s heir

If stupidity were a criminal offense, I would be serving a life sentence without parole.Because tell me why. Tell me why I decided to take a shortcut at midnight.A shortcut. At night. Behind a massive hospital. Completely alone.It’s like a lifetime of watching horror movies hadn't taught my generation a single damn thing. You don't walk down the dark alley. You don't investigate the weird noise. You just run.But here I was, running dangerously late after a brutal, back-breaking shift at the hospital cafeteria. And let’s be totally clear—this wasn't some glamorous medical student life. There were no stethoscopes in my future. I was just surviving purely on cheap instant noodles, tap water, and vibes.To make my night completely perfect, the sky was a threatening, bruised purple, and my cheap slippers were already betraying me by making an incredibly loud sound against the wet asphalt.Chap. Chap. Chap."Alina, you’ll be fine. Just keep walking," I muttered to myself, rubbing my shi

The weight of his boot on my chest made every breath feel like swallowing crushed glass.I stared up at him, my heart hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs. Blood was still actively dripping from his broken nose, splashing onto his white shirt and leaving dark, ugly stains across the expensive fabric. His eyes weren't cold like ice anymore. They were burning with pure, unadulterated fire."Get... off," I choked out, clawing uselessly at his pant leg with my bound fingers.Lorenzo didn't move for three agonizing seconds. He just stood there, towering over me, watching me struggle like an insect pinned to a board. The sheer power radiating off him was suffocating. Then, with a slow, terrifyingly controlled breath, he finally lifted his boot.Before I could even draw a full lungful of air, he bent down, grabbed the collar of my shirt, and hauled me to my feet in one violent motion. My bare toes barely grazed the carpet as I struggled to find my balance."You're done running

Time didn’t just slow down; it shattered.The razor-sharp edge of the lamp glass was an inch from his jugular. I could see the reflection of the silver shard in his wide, icy blue eyes. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. I wanted to slice him. I wanted to make this monster bleed for what he was doing to Dr. Evans.But Lorenzo De Luca wasn’t a regular man. He was a trained apex predator.In a fraction of a second, his lethal reflexes took over. He didn't flinch backward. Instead, he lunged forward, intentionally narrowing the distance so my arm couldn't get the proper leverage for a fatal strike.His massive, gloved left hand clutched my right wrist like a steel bear trap, halting the glass mere millimeters from his skin. The point of the shard lightly grazed his throat, leaving a thin, bead of crimson that began to trickle down his collar."Boss!" the scarred guard roared, a chorus of heavy pistols instantly cocking in the dark room. Three red laser sights snapped directly