“Sophia’s POV”

Flashes of memory rushed back—my uncle Alberto, a notorious mafia boss, had always worn this

My chest heaved as my fingers clutched the cold weight of the crest.

I backed away slowly, my legs wobbling.

“You’re… mafia.”

I whispered, my voice breaking as the words scraped out of me.

An unbearable silence followed pressing against my ears, making my skin crawl.

Lucian stood still. His jaw became rigid, his body stiffened like stone as his gaze locked intensely on ...