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Elena Romano thought she had left the criminal underworld behind. But when a deadly ambush forces her back into the life she swore to forget, she finds herself entangled with Luca DeLuca, the cold, calculating heir to a powerful mafia family.

Their uneasy alliance is built on survival—both hunted by an unknown enemy who seems to know their every move. As danger closes in, old betrayals resurface, secrets unravel, and the undeniable tension between them ignites into something just as dangerous as the world they live in.

But when the enemy reveals himself, Elena comes face to face with a past she thought was buried—a ghost she never expected to see again.

Now, the real game begins. And in a world where power is everything, trusting the wrong person could be deadly.

Blood and Drawn Desire

The pounding bass of the music at Oblivion rattled Elena's chest as she stepped through the entrance. The club was pure chaos—bodies moving on the dance floor, low murmurs of business deals in the VIP booths, the scent of expensive liquor and smoke thick in the air.

Matteo walked beside her, leading her toward the back, where security watched the VIP section like hawks. "Your job is simple," he said. "Keep an eye on everything. If something seems off, you let me know. Stay out of trouble, don't piss off the wrong people, and don't get involved in anything you don't understand."

Elena let out a dry laugh. "Sounds like a dream job."

Matteo didn't smile. "Luca is trusting you. Don't make him regret it."

She wanted to say that she never asked for his trust, but what good would it do? Instead, she nodded and followed him through the club.

The VIP section was a world of its own. No drunken dancers or flashing lights—just power brokers, men in designer suits with dead eyes, women draped in luxury, their laughter hollow. These were the kind of people who owned the city.

As she moved through the lounge, she felt their eyes on her—assessing, calculating. They knew she didn't belong.

She stepped behind the bar, taking a deep breath to steady herself. If she was going to survive this, she needed to blend in.

Hours passed in a blur. She watched, listened, and learned. Names were exchanged in hushed whispers, deals sealed with a firm handshake or a passing nod. Money, power, secrets—it all flowed through Oblivion like a pulse.

A man in his late forties, dressed in a charcoal suit, sipping his drink like he owned the place. His gaze flicked to her, and for a brief moment, something flashed in his eyes—recognition.

She didn't know him, but he knew her.

She turned to Matteo, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who's the guy in the corner booth?"

Matteo followed her gaze, then stiffened. His jaw clenched.

"Elena," he said, his voice suddenly sharp. "Stay away from him."

Matteo didn't answer, but the look in his eyes told her enough.

She was in more danger than she realized.

Into the Fire