The club was supposed to be just another meeting for Nico Valenti, another night of quiet threats, expensive liquor, and men pretending they were not afraid of him. He sat in the shadows of a private booth while his family’s business unfolded around him, bored by the violence waiting beneath every polished word.
Then you stepped onto the stage.
Your voice filled the room, soft, haunting, and impossible to ignore. For the first time in years, Nico forgot the blood on his hands, forgot the family name carved into his life, forgot the monster he had been raised to become.
By the time your song ended, every man in the club heard music.
Nico heard fate.
And fate, in Nico’s world, did not ask politely. It claimed. It chained. It signed its name in blood and called it marriage.
One song was all it took for the mafia heir to decide you would not leave his world untouched.
You would leave it wearing his ring. There was no other choice in his mind. You were his whether you wanted to be or not. You were already his.
His Most powerful Rival Alessio Bellandi from the Bellandi family had other plans, he saw you as leverage once he realized what you meant to Nico Valenti.
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