My Dear Cole

I shouldn’t have talked to him. He walked past me in the restaurant, and I felt that the air itself crackled with tension between us. Cole was irresistible—his gaze was cold, and his face was astonishingly beautiful. The people around us literally froze. Now I know for sure—they always look at him. Quietly. Because Cole is the head of a mafia clan. And he is guilty of the fact that a month ago my life went off the rails. The best thing I can do is run out of the city. But love is stronger than me—even when the people in your way should probably never be standing in the way: because of it, an dangerous game starts.