tian'
my desk, I cannot seem to concentrate on
ially since I am supposed to be he
e memories of our time together, and the undeniable
mother, bringing her into our home when she was
out her-the way her laughter could fill a room, how her
eyes on her, the way she seemed to lig
olled myself, pushing down the fe
the most dangerous mafia boss, fe
the respect I command, I cannot den
e; it is something deeper, something that ignite
ess in protecting my family, yet I find myse
helly sends shivers down my spine; it
hat goes against everything I stand for, but t
d. Every time I try to focus on my work and my duties, my thoughts drift back t
ry foundation of our relationship, yet I c
ak her heart, but underneath it all lies a yearning that I c
e embodiment of danger, but my feelings for Shelly ma
, but I cannot help the way I feel. The internal ba
n my responsibility as her brother and the
keep her safe while navigating the
our secret? How can I keep her by my
to myself, trying to crush these feeli
ub will help. Yes, that will do. I need to distra
h guilt. No matter how hard I try to convince myself, I can
bly changed when we lost our paren
m us by a ruthless group of gang members,
niversary. As they returned to their car, it exploded into a
r on her. While I immersed myself in the chaos of becoming the next mafia boss as a means
way she struggled to find her footing
she may have felt abandoned when I wasn't there during her darkest moments, but
me, a constant reminder of what I stand to lose if
haos of my life as a mafia boss, I can't
lingers in the air long after she leaves the room-these thoughts con
ort of our home, and the way she would curl up beside me on the couch, h
ng sense of what family should be-before everything changed. But n
ship with her sends a shiver of fear do
I'm sworn to protect us from? The mafia world is u
ngs, the more intense they become. I can't
he years, her confidence growing with each passing day. It in
mine to cherish. But that possessiveness blurs the line