Dolani was the only person in the city who didn't know his name.
Everyone else knew Damien Voss—the mafia king who owned half the city and feared nothing. Men lowered their eyes when he walked past. Enemies disappeared overnight.
Then one rainy night, she found him bleeding outside her door.
She should have called the police.
Instead, she pulled him inside.
For three days, she cared for the stranger without knowing who he was. And for the first time in years, Damien slept without a gun beneath his pillow.
When he finally left, he only said, “Forget me.”
She smiled. “I don't even know your name.”
Weeks later, she discovered the truth.
Damien Voss.
The man she'd fallen for was the most dangerous man in the city.
She tried to leave.
But he found her before she could disappear.
“You should hate me,” he whispered.
“I do.”
“Then why are you crying?”
She looked at him through trembling eyes.
“Because I loved the man you were with me… and I'm terrified of the man everyone else knows.”
For the first time, the feared mafia king looked broken.
He took her hand but didn't pull her closer.
“Then don't love the monster,” he whispered. “Love the man who would destroy the whole world just to keep you safe.”
And she realized the most terrifying part wasn't falling in love with a monster.
It was discovering that the monster had fallen in love with her too. 🥀🖤
