Love, Written in Blood and Tears

rough fog, shadows chasing one another down crooked alleys. But inside St. Augustine Hospital, the world shrank to sterile wh

ulled back in a messy bun, strands slipping free against her flushed cheeks. Her hands ached

surprise her anymore. Un

sheets, soaking them crimson. The metallic scent hit her before she even saw the patient. Isabella's stomach cl

e saw h

eath c

of gang violence. It wasn't a

most dangerous man. A Mafia Alpha who ruled not only the streets but also the boar

he was he

is weak but steady," one

" Isabella commanded, her voice

lla pressed her hands to his wound, feeling the hot spill of blood seeping throu

she whispered,

ielding even through the haze of agony. There was power in those eyes, the kind that could command armies or

throat tightened around the words. She didn't know i

as if mocking the very idea of weakness

chest tightening. No patient had ever spoken to her like that, not with

, and the surgical te

fore, soldiers, innocents, even criminals-but this man was different. Not because of his name, not because of the fear he carried l

Isabella stepped back, sweat trickling down her spine. Relie

i was alive.

low, but his presence was still overwhelming, as though the entire room bent around him. His ha

abe

na

t told hi

ly, he knew her. Or perhaps destiny k

man's life tonight. But not just any man. A man whose world was violen

knew-this was o

uction. She

be written not in ink,