❝There you go again...❞ he murmured against my neck, his breath igniting every nerve in my body. ❝Playing the innocent mouse, when really, you're a cunning little fox begging for release. ❞ Sophie Cruz, a compassionate and skilled physical therapist living in the sunshine of Miami, is known for a delicate touch and dedication to her patients. Yet all the darkness that lies beneath her structured life is slowly unveiled when she's assigned to care for a mysterious patient recovering from complications of a severe injury. Unbeknownst to her, the patient is Aiden Accardi, the calculating and ruthless leader of the Accardi Crime Family, big players with decades of influence in the city. When Aiden invites Sophie to leave her public practice to work with him privately, she is suddenly entrenched into the viscious nature of the crime underworld. Her delicate touch becomes her very own weapon against the cold mafia leader, igniting a dangerous game. A game that has her in the hands of an insatiable man. © All Rights Reserved (victoriapinkglitter) ⚠mature content #1 in #enemiestolovers - 01/12/2025 #4 in #romance - 10/03/2025 #17 in #darkromance - 03/26/2025

Rocco De Luca is the Capo, carved from sin, guilt, and vengeance, sharpened into a weapon. He dragged Aurelia Mia Rossi into his shadow, vowing to ruin her, to make her fear him, to make her break. Her trembling, fragile spirit was meant to be his trophy. But she doesn't break. She is fire, not glass. Every defiant breath, every searing glance, is a dagger aimed at his control, and she knows exactly where to strike. She is the strategist in a game he thought he owned. The one nerve he cannot hide, the weakness that leaves him raw, vulnerable, and feral. The man who vowed to destroy her now teeters on the edge of obsession, every inch of restraint a torture. Her control is his torment; his desperate need is her leverage. "I hate you for making me need you..." he seethed, every word trembling with a dangerous edge. "...and I hate myself for letting you see it." his jaw tightened, a flash of something sharp and unyielding in his eyes. "It's humiliation." "You are just my jailer, terrified of the lock," she spat, venom lacing every syllable, fire curling beneath her skin. He swore he'd ruin her. But she became the air he couldn't breathe without. Every touch is war. Every glance is a threat. It will come burning, and so will the war between them.