Ari Fletcher just moved to NYC with dreams bigger than her tiny apartment. Sweet, ambitious, and stunning, she's focused on building her brand and staying out of trouble. But when she crosses paths with Harlem's most feared and respected man-Dave East-her world flips upside down. He's dangerous, cold, and always ten steps ahead. But around her? His guard slips. In a world of secrets, street politics, and late-night clubs masking million-dollar deals, can love survive? Or will Ari fall too deep for a man who was never meant to be soft? This is more than a love story. It's about loyalty, power, and how the sweetest girl in the city became the Kingpin's weakness.

Here I am again... Different day, different hour, but trapped in the same haunting cycle, she thought. Tiara stood before the mirror, her reflection staring back like a stranger she couldn't escape. The hatred she felt wasn't loud it was quiet, cold, and relentless. Her eyes welled with tears as they traced the outline of her body, every curve now a battlefield. She despised what she saw. Not because she always had, but because somewhere along the way, the love she once had for herself faded... and she didn't know how to bring it back.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇- He told her one thing "you ain't see shit if you wanna keep that pretty face connected to your body." She was never supposed to cross paths with Giomani "Gio" Blackwood, suit-wearing, gun-toting underboss of New York's most feared family. But one wrong night put her in his world, and Gio don't believe in coincidences. Now she's tied to the man the streets call a monster. And the craziest part? The more she learns about him, the harder it gets to hate him. Cold. Calculated. Fine as hell. Gio runs everything - and when his father steps down, he's coming for the throne. But love and loyalty don't mix in the mafia. And in Gio's world, you either with him... or you against him. Ain't no in-between.

Found myself in bed with both, intimacy was strong and I couldn't let go.

"Noelle." He spoke. That was my first time hearing my name off his lips, and I may have lost my cool for the first time in my life. "Now that I say it, you more of a Noelle than a Nikki" he gave a goofy grin.

Kane Knox is a fuck em and leave em type of guy, being known for being ruthless and heartless had its advantages. He doesn't have time for relationships, especially when his main focus is getting money. Raven Johnson didn't take shit from anyone, no matter how big or small, she is a firecracker. Moving from Detroit to Los Angeles was a huge change. With her fire attitude and her slick mouth, she was bound to get herself into something she couldn't get her ass out of.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. "No. Ian leavin'. When I did it, it was a problem. But when he did it, it was ok? Fuck, Yani. Yu throwin' me." He followed after her, slamming the door open. She ignored him, turning on her shower. He's right. But she wasn't going to admit it. ★ "Why do you care so much!?[..] watching my every move, trying to save me? [..]Damn, every time you come around me, you judge me or call me out. It's draining. And you wonder why I don't 'fuck with you how I fuck with him.'" She shot back at him. ★ "Who the fuck else gon do it?" He tugged his swimming trunks up, walking up on her. "Huh?!" Yani's breathing was getting heavy, only because he was getting her upset. She held a hard stare at him. "When yu gon be real wid yoself and realize nobody give a fuck about yu the way I do? ★ "[..]but when yu really love somebody, Yani..." He trailed back. "Yu call them out when they wrong! It's the only way they will better themselves. When they in a hole, yu go fuckin' save them-[..]" ★ The fire in Samir's voice was rough and unsteady, his fists trembling while his eyes glossed a bit. "But yu kno what, Yani? Fuck it. Yu wan' chase after my brother, go ahead.[..] I'm done wid yu and this dumb ass shit, I swea cuhh." He-

𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 4 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣', 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 '𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚.

"What it's called when the patient grow feelings fa therapist?" He asked, and she chuckled, staring at him. "Transference."