The Mafia's Reluctant Bride
Memories—her laughter, her touch, her voice—rushed in, suffocating him.
"I can’t lose you, Jenny," he whispered hoarsely, his forehead pressing to the cold floor. "I only have you."
~~~VELENO CLAN~~~ MIDNIGHT
Ace stood outside, a cigarette dangling loosely between his fingers, the ember glowing like a small threat in the dark. His glass mask caught the moonlight, making him look more ghost than man. Smoke curled around his face as he scrolled through his phone, his thumb stopping on a single name: Snow.