LOGINAlejandro spent years trying to bring the mafia down. Now he’s living under the roof of one. After a dangerous encounter leaves him at the mercy of the powerful crime family he once tried to expose, Alejandro expects prison… or a bullet. Instead, he finds himself entangled with Miguel de Luca—the ruthless heir to the empire he hates. Cold. Calculating. Untouchable. Miguel should be Alejandro’s enemy. But the deeper Alejandro is pulled into Miguel’s world of secrets, blood debts, and power struggles, the harder it becomes to remember which side he’s on. Because behind the mafia prince’s iron control is a man who watches him like he’s something worth protecting. And that might be the most dangerous thing of all. When betrayal begins to spread through the family ranks and assassins close in from every direction, Alejandro must decide: Expose the empire he swore to destroy… Or risk everything for the man who now holds his heart—and possibly his life—in his hands. In the mafia, loyalty is currency. Love? That can get you killed.
View MoreAlejandro’s POVThe message glowed between us.“Wrong target tonight.”Miguel stared at the screen for exactly three seconds before locking it.His face went completely blank.“That was meant for you,” I said quietly.“Yes.”The calm in his voice unsettled me more than panic would have.Security radios continued crackling outside the suite. Footsteps. Urgent whispers in Portuguese. The sound of controlled chaos.Miguel moved toward the door.“Where are you going?” I demanded.“To fix it.”“You mean retaliate.”He didn’t deny it.I stepped in front of him.“If they were aiming at you, don't you think it would be wise to stay put?”He didn't respond, the look in his eyes answered.“ this isn’t about me, is it?”“It is always about you,” he replied.The intensity of it made my breath hitch.“You are leverage. That hasn’t changed.”“Then stop running head first into danger.”His eyes darkened.“You think I’m afraid of dying?”“No,” I said honestly. “I think you’re afraid of living.”That
Alejandro’s POV I did not sleep, I couldn't. Miguel pretended to. We shared the same suite — because of course we did. Two bedrooms connected by a sitting area no one would use. Security outside. Ocean view beyond the glass walls. This vacation was now wrapped around danger. I stood at the balcony at two in the morning, staring down at the city lights. Brazil at night was softer. Less loud. The ocean moved like something ancient and patient. Behind me, I heard his bedroom door open. His footsteps were steady as they inched towards me. He stopped a few feet behind me. “You are sure you heard them clearly?” he asked. “Yes.” I muttered weakly, my back still turned to him. “Describe them.” I did. Height. Accents. Suits. The tone of their voices. The certainty. He absorbed every detail. “Journalist,” he repeated under his breath. I turned slowly. “They know who I am.” “They knew before you arrived.” “Well I did not think I would be in this mess, heck. Home would have bee
Alejandro’s POVBrazil was loud. Not in the chaotic, suffocating way of gunfire and screeching tires. Not in the way betrayal echoed through marble halls.Brazil was alive.My ears opened before my eyes as music bled from the open windows, The air smelled like citrus, salt, and heat and smoked meat.“Good morning—” I muttered to no one in particular. I was all alone in my side of the room. I looked at the adjoining foot and imagined Miguel standing at the other side, waiting for me.“No.” I said, “he made his choice and I have to respect that.” That was close. For a brief moment, I almost forgot why I was here and the events that led here.Almost.The bath was heavenly. Miguel's father was not a cheap man, that much was clear. The decor of the room might have gone unnoticed when I arrived but now that I was settled? Whoa!I got dressed and I looked the part. Nothing too dark, nothing to fancy at least not with what I picked. I planned to hit the beach so I dressed in a cute beach
Miguel's POV.This was the day I left for Brazil. I anticipated this for a while because it allowed me to get my mind off things.I got into the designated plane for the trip. It was a private flight and I expected solitude throughout the entire trip.I got into the plane and there he was, seated in the window seat,headphones in,eyes closed.I felt my heart skip a beat. “What is he doing here?”I took the seat beside him.He did not acknowledge meBesides me was the perfect portrait of indifference.I muttered a faint greeting just to make my presence and hopefully start a conversation with him but he was mute.That stung but I took it like a champ.The plane taxied. Lifted and the city shrank beneath us.Hours passed.I tried to distract myself, read, listen to music, and sleep. They all failed.My mind kept replaying his face when he said, “is that all you have to say?” It wasn’t all I had to say but I did not know how to say the rest without breaking his heart any further.Turbu












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