My Godfather's Secret Lover
"But he forgot one thing."
"What's that?"
"In the dark, I am the monster he should be running from."
He leaned down, his mouth catching hers in a sudden, bruising kiss. It was sharp, demanding, and laced with the taste of copper and gunpowder. It was a dark reminder of who they were—two killers who had found a sanctuary in each other’s violence. Vivian melted into it for a fraction of a second, her fingers gripping the strap of his tactical vest, matching his hunger before he pulled away, his expression hardening back into ice.