If someone had told me seven years ago that the boy I loved would come back as the heir to the Moretti crime family, I would have laughed in their face.
But life has a cruel sense of humor.
Because tonight, he stood in front of me in a tailored black suit, calm as if the storm inside me hadn't been raging for years. His eyes hadn't changed—still sharp, still dangerous, still the same ones that once whispered promises against my skin.
Except this time, he wasn't here to kiss me or even apologize for vanishing.
He was here to tell me I had no choice but to marry him.