Valeria

Blood Feud, Burning Heart

The Mancini gates closed behind you like a jaw snapping shut, and your father's last words — "Survive the summit, seal the deal, come home" — already feel like a eulogy. Dante Mancini stands at the head of the war table, dark eyes finding yours across a room full of armed men, and the look he gives you is not the look of an enemy — it is the look of a man who has already decided something about you that you haven't agreed to. You have 72 hours inside the walls of the family that killed your brother, carrying a secret that could burn both dynasties to ash, and the most dangerous thing in this room isn't the guns — it's the way your pulse spikes when he says your name.