BORN IN BLOOD | A Mafia Romance

"Well, well... still playing with knives, baby?"

Czar smirked, tilting the blade against Alicia's throat like a lover's whisper. "You always did like things sharp and messy."

"Only when they come with a pretty face and poor judgment," Alicia murmured, stepping in close. She ran her fingers down his arm, eyes gleaming. "Are we flirting or fighting tonight?"

She curled her hand over his, pressing the blade a little deeper.
"Because I bite harder than I bleed, love."

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Alicia Lopez is a woman born from unspoken desires and unmet yearnings. Her name, a cruel irony, whispers of strength and passion that blaze like an untamed fire. She longs for her desires to be seen, but the world ignores her hunger, leaving her heart veiled in unquenchable longing. Her solace lies not in peace, but in the chaos she ignites-a flame meant not for the world, but for those she loves... and those she seeks to destroy.

Czar Vassiliev knows the world offers no mercy-only survival for the ruthless. Raised by the Bratva, he was taught that weakness is a sin and compassion, a fatal flaw. Forged in shadow, he moves with cold precision, every glance a command, every action calculated. To him, love is not a bond-it's a weapon. A tool to control, manipulate, and conquer. He doesn't seek affection. He seeks power. And if love must be the price, he'll pay it without hesitation.

But fate doesn't care for their rules.
It doesn't ask permission before it collides fire with frost, chaos with control.
When Alicia's hunger meets Czar's precision, it won't be love-it'll be war disguised in a kiss. A storm with no eye. A game with no winner.
Because together, they don't fall.
They devour.

And the world?
It won't know whether to run from them or kneel.