LOGINMina Mendoza never expected her quiet life to end with a blood-soaked stranger collapsing in her bar. Luciano is older, dangerous, and carries the kind of power she knows better than to get close to. One night of helping him turns into a war she never meant to step into, and the mafia world she avoided pulls her in with no way out. But the worst part is not Luciano. It is the man standing behind him. Frankie, Luciano’s younger brother, is Mina’s first love, the boy she lost and never honestly forgot. Now he is caught between loyalty to his brother and the feelings he buried years ago. Mina is trapped between the man who crashed into her life like a storm and the man who still owns a piece of her heart. As danger closes in, Mina must choose whom she trusts, whom she loves, and whom she is willing to risk everything for. Saving Luciano changed her world. Loving either brother might destroy it. ~SNEAK PEEK~ His voice dropped, low and possessive. “Fine. One kiss, then we wait.” I told him I didn’t care. “I want you now.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Once we start, there is no going back.” I nodded, and something shifted in his eyes. He leaned me back on the bed, hands braced beside me. “Are you sure?” “If I weren’t sure, we wouldn’t be here.” His kiss was deep, powerful, slow, stealing my breath. I arched into him as his mouth traced my jaw and throat, heat racing through me. “I need you,” I whispered, and everything changed.
View More– Mina –Three more months went by, with pressure growing quietly beneath the surface. The city changed seasons without warning, and I had to keep pace, even when my body lagged. Grief didn’t disappear; it shifted, settling deeper, becoming heavier and more ingrained.The hospital room was unnaturally bright for the time, washing everything in an almost surreal glow. Machines beeped softly beside me, their steady sounds mingling with a fluctuating pain that ebbed and flowed unpredictably. I concentrated on my breath, fingers clenched tightly in the sheets, counting the unreliable seconds. No matter how long this lasted, I knew I couldn’t will my way through it.I had been awake for hours before anyone entered. Time felt strange, stretching and snapping back, with moments blending. My body hurt in unfamiliar places, deep and persistent, as if something was forcing itself out. I pressed my forehead into the pillow and tried to stay calm.The door opened softly, and I recognized Frankie
-Mina-Six months after the fire, the city still carried the scent of ash, especially when the rain fell oddly. New York carried on as if untouched, yet beneath the surface, the underworld’s rhythm shifted, slower above, more brutal below. I realized that grief didn’t disappear; instead, it was hidden away in pockets and brought into meetings like a loaded gun.Frankie practically ran everyone out of Luca’s house, for practical reasons and as a quiet, unspoken cruelty. Luca’s presence seemed to linger throughout the hallways, and the soldiers moved softly, fearing noise might wake the dead. Frankie never sat in Luca’s chair, not once, and the capos noticed this, even if they tried to hide it. Only meetings happened there, almost as if Frankie intended to honor Luca’s authority even in his absence. The cartel’s presence felt so routine it would have horrified my former self. Rafael’s sicarios moved around the perimeter with a strict discipline that seemed even colder than that of Gamb
– Mina –The house felt wrong the second we crossed the threshold. It wasn’t quiet in the usual way, not resting or sleeping, but hollow, as if something vital had been pulled out and the walls hadn’t yet figured out how to hold themselves. Men stood where they always stood, but no one spoke unless spoken to. Luca’s absence pressed into every corner like a bruise you couldn’t stop touching.Max knew before any of us said it out loud. He paced the front room in tight, restless loops, nails clicking on the floor, ears pinned forward as if listening for footsteps that weren’t coming. When he finally stopped, he let out a low sound from deep in his chest, not a growl but something closer to grief. I sank to my knees beside him and pressed my face into his fur, breathing him in as if it might keep me upright.Frankie didn’t remove his jacket. He didn’t sit or pace or lean. He stood in the center of the room as if moving might finally break the world all the way open.Tony stayed close to h
-Mina-The fire continued to burn even after the sirens arrived, as if the building refused to give up what it had absorbed. Flames climbed the jagged concrete, reaching into the night sky while dark smoke billowed across the street. I stood rooted to the spot between Tony and Rafael, their grips tight on my arms because my legs didn't respond anymore. People kept calling his name, but Luca never responded. Frankie was on his knees near the curb, fists pressed into the asphalt as if he could anchor himself to the earth. His voice was gone from screaming, his throat raw and torn, but his mouth still moved as if he were begging something to undo itself. Tony crouched beside him, trying to speak sense into a man who had just watched his world burn. I had never seen Frankie look small before, and the sight broke something open in my chest. The firefighters moved with brutal efficiency, hoses roaring as water slammed into a fire that refused to die quietly. Someone shouted that the struc
– Mina –The trap didn’t feel like one until it was already closed, because traps never announce themselves with noise. They arrive as silence, as gaps where men should be, as radios that hesitate before answering. I felt it in my chest before anyone said the word, a pressure that made breathing fe
– Mina – The city didn’t wait for permission to burn. It answered Frankie’s executions with violence so loud it rattled windows and woke people who didn’t know their lives were already collateral. Smoke rose from Queens before the radios caught up, thick and black, the kind that clings to clothes
– Mina –We made our way back to the warehouse to finish things off. That’s when the first scream came through the radio, as a blade dragged across bone. It wasn’t loud at first. It was cut short, strangled, as if someone had been grabbed mid-breath and dragged away from the mic. The channel went d
– Mina –Luca didn’t disappear all at once. That would have been easier to notice. It started with space. Not distance, not absence. Space. He moved through the warehouse like a man who had already decided which rooms no longer belonged to him. Orders were still given, but fewer eyes followed him.






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