This Side Of Quiet

This Side Of Quiet

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Her smile was light. His world was darkness. Janelle Rodriguez owns the sweetest little flower shop in town - always smiling, always kind, always covered in sunflowers. She lives for soft petals, warm mornings and making strangers smile. Then there's Dante Rossi - cold, ruthless, feared. A powerful Italian mafia boss with a permanent scowl and blood on his hands. The kind of man people whisper about in fear. So why does he keep showing up at her shop? He claims he's just buying flowers for his office. But everyone knows Nicolas Romano doesn't care about roses. The truth is: she's the only peace he has left. The only light in his violent world. He won't admit it. She doesn't understand it. But somehow, between the thorns and the petals, their worlds begin to collide. And the one thing more dangerous than Dante's enemies... is what he's starting to feel for the innocent girl with flowers in her hair.
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"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

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