Ella

Mafia boss? Did I hear that right? My mind is stunned, and I turn to Elijah, my voice barely steady. "A Mafia boss?" I repeat, my words laced with disbelief and curiosity, but also something else I can't quite name—fear, maybe.

Elijah, ever the master of composure, flashes me a disarming smile. The kind of smile that could make anyone feel like their concerns were foolish, like the weight on their chest was just a figment of their imagination. He tilts his head, playful ...