Remy

Ollie, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you not to scream. HER We met by chance at a random dive bar.Him - a striking figure in a tailored suit who radiates dominance.Me - an awkward introvert, innocently stalking my father. He seduced me.Worshipped me.Then, in a blink, he vanished, leaving no trace-not even a name or number. HIM I wasn't supposed to see her again.We were never meant to meet in the first place.But here we are: Her - half asleep after passing out at work.Me - caught sneaking into her family business in the middle of the night. She has no clue who I am-that I've just settled into a ruthless birthright position within the Italian mafia. Or that her family legacy plays a role in my illegal activities. But I have a feeling the dead body at my feet might bring her up to speed.