The Mafia Leader's Advocate

The night I caught my boyfriend with another woman, I didn’t cry—I got drunk. Whiskey burned down my throat… and then I saw him. Broad shoulders in a tailored suit, dangerous calm in his eyes. Sin wrapped in silk. I swayed over, heat in my veins. “Do you take clients?” His lips curved. “I know you.” Cigar smoke and cologne surrounded me as I slid onto his lap. My fingers traced his jaw, brushed the cold steel at his waist. He pulled me closer—solid, unyielding. His mouth crashed onto mine—hot, deep, claiming. Every kiss stole my breath, every touch made me arch into him. By the time he carried me out, I was dizzy, aching for more. In his bed, he was fire and control—pushing me to the edge, breaking me apart, again and again. I woke tangled in his sheets, skin marked by his possession. I ran before dawn, thinking it was just revenge. But one night with him had already sealed my fate— because the man who made me burn was far more dangerous than I imagined.