Cherryinheels
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They called her Black Butterfly not because she was fragile, but because once she landed, death followed quietly.
Bought as a child by the Dominic mafia family, she was shaped by blood, discipline, and the iron will of the man who raised her like a weapon. Her grandfather. The Don.
She learned early that mercy was a luxury. Loyalty was survival. And love was weakness.
Now she sits beside the highest chair, feared by men twice her size, respected by killers, and whispered about like a myth wrapped in silk and shadow.
Until one meeting changes everything.
One man looks at her not with hunger, but with interest.
And when asked what he wants in exchange for peace between families, his answer freezes the room.
"I want the Black Butterfly
Author's Note
This is a dark romance. Power is messy. Love is violent. Consent is earned, not assumed.
If you love ruthless women, morally gray men, and enemies who burn before they bow, welcome.