REINA
The moment I turned and saw him, the world stopped moving.
The music didn’t just fade... it disappeared. The crowd around me blurred, a wave of faceless silhouettes, and the only thing that existed was him. Domenico Gravano.
My father-in-law. My secret. My sin. My gravity.
He was cutting through the crowd like a storm through fog. Every step slow, deliberate, lethal.
The lights caught the hard lines of his face, and in the swirl of color and smoke, he looked like something out of a nightmare and a fantasy all at once.
His eyes locked on me. His eyes were dark, burning, unreadable, and I felt my pulse trip over itself.
And then I saw it.
That murderous look. The same one he always had on whenever he felt the need to let the world know he doesn't joke about what is his.
His
