Sin For me, Daddy.
He could see her, sitting behind the glass wall, her fingers dancing over her manuscript, her eyes lit by ambition.
And he was here, in his own opposite world, being someone different from who she knew.
There were lots of things he had not told her.
Things like— Noble Write belonged to her from the moment they rejected her manuscript. Things like he was a mafia lord who killed without a second thought.
His fingers twitched, the secret burning deeper than the pain from a hot metal to a skin.
She hated mafias. Hated the blood, the darkness, the power, the authority, the killings, and he… he was all of those things.