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Ali is powerful, feared, and untouchable-known in the shadows as a ruthless mafia leader. But when he falls for Sera, a beautiful woman with a pure heart, he hides his true identity. As their bond deepens, danger closes in. How long can love survive a web of lies, secrets, and blood?
Chapter 1 A Deal with Shadows
The warehouse smelled of gasoline, sweat, and blood-an unmistakable scent of unfinished business. Ali stood in the center, towering and cold, his black coat unmoving despite the wind slithering through the broken windows. Five men knelt before him, their heads bowed, hands tied behind their backs.
"This is the third shipment you lost," Ali said, voice like a blade slicing through silence. "I don't forgive mistakes. I bury them."
One man dared to speak. "We-we were ambushed. The police-"
Ali pulled the trigger before he finished.
The others screamed.
Ali didn't flinch.
"Anyone else have excuses?" he asked calmly, eyes scanning the remaining four. No one answered. He walked away, boots clicking against the concrete, the sound trailing behind him like a promise of death.
Across the city, sunlight poured through the windows of a quiet flower shop. Sera hummed softly, her hands dancing between rose stems and lavender. Her world was small, peaceful-a stark contrast to the one Ali ruled.
She didn't know his real name. He went by "Rayhan" when he visited, always dressed in black, buying lilies he never seemed to gift to anyone.
"You're early," she said with a soft smile when the bell above the door rang.
Ali stepped inside. The blood on his hands felt dry already, but his eyes softened at the sight of her. "I couldn't wait."
He touched a daisy. "What does this one mean?"
"Innocence," she replied.
He didn't deserve it.
That night, Ali sat in his penthouse, watching the city flicker beneath him. His second-in-command, Omar, paced the floor behind him.
"We found the leak," Omar said. "It's someone close. One of the inner five. And worse-Interpol's getting involved."
Ali's jaw tightened. "Kill the leak. But keep it quiet."
"And Sera?" Omar asked.
Ali turned his gaze back to the glass. "She doesn't know who I am."
"That's exactly the problem."
Ali said nothing.
Omar hesitated. "If she ever finds out... it could be used against you."
Ali stood. "Then make sure she never does."
But the next day, as Ali exited the flower shop, a black SUV blocked his path. Windows down. A single shot fired.
Ali ducked, drawing his weapon, already calculating escape. The bullet hit the wall behind him-but it wasn't meant for him.
Sera screamed inside.
Ali's blood froze.
He rushed in, grabbed her trembling form from behind the counter, eyes scanning for injuries. None. Just shock.
She looked up at him. "Who... who were they shooting at?"
Ali couldn't lie fast enough. "Maybe a mistake."
But the look in her eyes said she knew it wasn't.
He brought her to his safe house without asking. She didn't resist. On the ride there, silence spoke louder than fear.
"Tell me who you are," she whispered as the car sped through the night.
"I can't."
"Then why are people trying to kill you?"
He said nothing. But that was all the answer she needed.
Later, in the dimness of the safehouse, Ali paced like a caged beast. The attempt wasn't a warning-it was an opening shot. Someone wanted him vulnerable. And they had used Sera to draw him out.
Omar called. "We traced the bullet. It's one of Lorenzo's men."
Ali's eyes narrowed. Lorenzo. The name alone carried venom.
"He's making his move," Omar said. "We need to strike first."
Ali looked at Sera, curled up on the couch, frightened but brave.
"No," Ali said. "We need to end this war... now."
He gathered his top three lieutenants the next night. Maps, blueprints, dossiers spread across the table like a battle plan. Lorenzo had grown too bold-funded by Eastern connections, he had men, weapons, leverage. But Ali had precision. And a reason to finish this quickly.
"We hit his port base," Ali said. "Simultaneous strike on the warehouse and his front club. No mercy. No survivors."
"And Sera?" Omar asked again.
"She stays here. Protected."
"From Lorenzo... or from you?"
Ali didn't answer.
The raid began at midnight.
Gunfire ripped through the docks, flames lit the sky, and screams echoed against the steel containers. Ali moved like a phantom-each shot a death sentence, each step calculated.
He didn't flinch when blood sprayed his suit.
He didn't blink when Lorenzo begged.
"You think she'll love you after this?" Lorenzo spat, bleeding. "When she finds out what you really are?"
Ali stared down at him. "That's not your concern."
He pulled the trigger.
When Ali returned to the safehouse, covered in ash and blood, Sera stood in the doorway.
"I saw the news," she said quietly. "They said a war broke out at the port."
Ali didn't respond.
"They said it was mafia-related."
Still nothing.
She stepped forward. "You're not who you said you were."
He finally met her eyes. "I never said I was anything."
She slapped him.
Tears welled in her eyes. "I loved you."
"I still love you," he said.
"But you're a killer."
"Yes," he whispered. "But I'd burn this whole city to keep you safe."
She turned away.
And that silence between them was louder than any gunshot.
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