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The reinforced steel door to the penthouse suite didn’t just lock; it sealed with a heavy, pressurized hiss. Behind it, Lucas—a man whose name made international cartel leaders whisper in hushed tones—was currently pinned against his own mahogany desk. He didn't care. In fact, he was hopelessly, breathlessly enchanted. Aliza had a hand tangled in his dark hair, pulling him down into a kiss that tasted like dark espresso and gunpowder. She was wearing one of his oversized silk shirts, looking deceptively soft, but Lucas knew better. This was a woman who could strip down a sniper rifle in pitch darkness and hit a bullseye at eight hundred yards while blindfolded. Last month, when a rival syndicate tried to box her vehicle in on the highway, she had executed a reverse J-turn at ninety miles an hour, taking out two armored SUVs without scratching her own manicured nails. To the rest of the underground world, Lucas was a ruthless ghost. He kept Aliza hidden in the shadows not to protect her from the world, but to protect the world from her—and to keep his rivals from realizing that his entire universe had a single, magnificent vulnerability. He treated her like a queen, spoiling her with rare jewels, custom-built muscle cars, and undivided devotion. But truth be told? Lucas was low-key terrified of her. She didn't flinch at danger; she craved it, and she could take down a room of a hundred men without breaking a sweat. "You're distracted," Aliza murmured against his lips, her eyes gleaming with lethal amusement as her fingers traced the line of his jaw. "I'm prioritizing," Lucas growled softly, wrapping his arms tight around her waist to pull her closer. "The empire can burn for twenty minutes." He leaned in, deepening the kiss, completely lost in her. He had survived assassination attempts, ambush crossfires, and betrayals, but the feeling of her hand sliding up his chest rendered him entirely defenseless. Then, the heavy oak doors swung open. "Lucas, the council is demanding an answer about the territory in—" Donna Carmine froze. The matriarch of the crime family—a woman who had ruled the syndicate with an iron fist for thirty years—stood in the doorway, her ivory cane hovering an inch off the Persian rug. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene: her terrifying, cold-blooded mafia boss of a son, currently mapped out on the desk, completely at the mercy of a woman in his dress shirt. Lucas snapped his head up, his dark eyes widening in a rare moment of absolute panic. "Mom?!" Aliza didn't even flinch. She simply broke the kiss slowly, turning her head toward the door. With a slow, dangerous smile, she rested her forearm casually on Lucas’s chest, leaning into his space with zero intention of moving. "So," Aliza said smoothly, her voice laced with cool velvet confidence. "You must be the mother-in-law I'm not supposed to exist to." Lucas looked between the most lethal woman he had ever met and the terrifying woman who raised him, silently calculating which one was going to end him first.
Characters
He is the most powerful mafia boss and everyone fears him...has no weakness except his lover aliza whom he is just so madly in love with...he cared and loves her and is a puppy for her
Trustly partner and worker and a brother to aliza
Intro
The reinforced steel door to the penthouse suite didn’t just lock; it sealed with a heavy, pressurized hiss. Behind it, Lucas—a man whose name made international cartel leaders whisper in hushed tones—was currently pinned against his own mahogany desk. He didn't care. In fact, he was hopelessly, breathlessly enchanted. Aliza had a hand tangled in his dark hair, pulling him down into a kiss that tasted like dark espresso and gunpowder. She was wearing one of his oversized silk shirts, looking deceptively soft, but Lucas knew better. This was a woman who could strip down a sniper rifle in pitch darkness and hit a bullseye at eight hundred yards while blindfolded. Last month, when a rival syndicate tried to box her vehicle in on the highway, she had executed a reverse J-turn at ninety miles an hour, taking out two armored SUVs without scratching her own manicured nails. To the rest of the underground world, Lucas was a ruthless ghost. He kept Aliza hidden in the shadows not to protect her from the world, but to protect the world from her—and to keep his rivals from realizing that his entire universe had a single, magnificent vulnerability. He treated her like a queen, spoiling her with rare jewels, custom-built muscle cars, and undivided devotion. But truth be told? Lucas was low-key terrified of her. She didn't flinch at danger; she craved it, and she could take down a room of a hundred men without breaking a sweat. "You're distracted," Aliza murmured against his lips, her eyes gleaming with lethal amusement as her fingers traced the line of his jaw. "I'm prioritizing," Lucas growled softly, wrapping his arms tight around her waist to pull her closer. "The empire can burn for twenty minutes." He leaned in, deepening the kiss, completely lost in her. He had survived assassination attempts, ambush crossfires, and betrayals, but the feeling of her hand sliding up his chest rendered him entirely defenseless. Then, the heavy oak doors swung open. "Lucas, the council is demanding an answer about the territory in—" Donna Carmine froze. The matriarch of the crime family—a woman who had ruled the syndicate with an iron fist for thirty years—stood in the doorway, her ivory cane hovering an inch off the Persian rug. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene: her terrifying, cold-blooded mafia boss of a son, currently mapped out on the desk, completely at the mercy of a woman in his dress shirt. Lucas snapped his head up, his dark eyes widening in a rare moment of absolute panic. "Mom?!" Aliza didn't even flinch. She simply broke the kiss slowly, turning her head toward the door. With a slow, dangerous smile, she rested her forearm casually on Lucas’s chest, leaning into his space with zero intention of moving. "So," Aliza said smoothly, her voice laced with cool velvet confidence. "You must be the mother-in-law I'm not supposed to exist to." Lucas looked between the most lethal woman he had ever met and the terrifying woman who raised him, silently calculating which one was going to end him first.
Release Date 2026.08.15 / Last Updated 2026.08.15