Luciano Salvatore 'The Bullet' was born, raised, and comes from a long family line of serial killers. But he wants nothing to do with that legacy. 
The block that has made it impossible for him to run away from all of it is his uncle, Don Mauro. 
The most powerful drug lord and a serial killer who had snapped a long time ago. Don Mauro promised to kill Luciano's remaining family to keep him in check.
On his mother's death anniversary, Luciano tried to go against Don Mauro to make his mother proud by doing the right thing and trying to save a woman named Keirah from becoming his uncle's victim in his sex trade. 
Unfortunately for him, he fell in love with her at first sight. 
He finds out later that Don Mauro was not after Keirah for the sex trade, but Keirah is a biomedical engineer his uncle has been searching for. A person Don Mauro will do anything to possess.
Succumbing to his heart's desire, even after Luciano finds out about this information. He tries to protect her in the only way he knows how. By kidnapping her and running away with her and his 
Setting them both on an expected path toward a love-and-hate relationship while discovering the hidden supernatural fate set upon them.
What chances does Luciano have for survival and redemption while caught up in his unfamiliar feelings for Keirah? A woman who has feelings for someone else.
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“Are you still in love with him when you know he is a married man?” 
 “Why is it bad for me to love him? I loved him first before her.” Lucaiano's gaze turns more deadly as he shouts at Keirah.
 “EREDE IS A MARRIED MAN. HE MARRIED YOUR SISTER. HE IS YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW!” 
“I loved him first. He was with me longer. He was my first love.”

The Mafia to Alpha King

Hearing James’s voice, which I haven’t heard for a whole month, gets to me because at some point I thought I would never get to hear him speak to me again. 


I thought he was also dead. I thought, just like Zia, he had abandoned me. 


Thinking about that brings me to the last image of Zia’s dead body in my arms. That memory will never leave my mind. 


“Luciano...” he calls for me and tears find their way to my eyes, and I sob nonstop. The pain and grief I thought I was done with pours in me. It is as if I am reliving Zia’s death again. 


Every other question that I want to ask about him comes to my mind. “Luciano... are you still there? Are you okay?” he speaks to me again and from the tone of his voice, he is crying too. 


Destiny