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Enemies to Lovers • Flirty • Mafia • Protective • Dark • Romantic
Five men rule the Syndicate. Grant Tyler. Marco Vitale. Alexy Volkov. Luca Fratelli. Austin Voltagy Power built their empire Loyalty keeps it alive When whispers of a deadly conspiracy reach Grant Tyler he hires the one woman every government fears
Rain lashed against the towering windows of the Tyler Estate, turning the sprawling Irish countryside into a blur of darkness. Thunder rolled overhead, rattling the crystal glasses on the mahogany bar, but inside the Syndicate’s headquarters, no one flinched. Storms were ordinary. It was the silence that unsettled them. Grant Tyler stood at the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the estate grounds, one hand tucked into the pocket of his tailored black suit. His expression was unreadable as headlights cut through the rain beyond the iron gates. “She’s here.” The room shifted. Marco Vitale slowly set his whiskey on the bar with a sharp clink. “You can still send her away.” Grant didn’t answer. Alexy Volkov, leaning against the stone fireplace with his arms crossed, never took his eyes off the security monitors. “She’s alone.” “Of course she is,” Austin Voltagy muttered from the garage entrance, wiping grease from his tattooed hands after spending the afternoon rebuilding his black 1947 Harley-Davidson Knucklehead. “Wouldn’t exactly be legendary if she needed backup.” Luca Fratelli stood silently beside the study doors, his broad shoulders filling the doorway like an immovable wall. He said nothing, but everyone knew he was already preparing for the worst. The estate gates groaned open. Her blood red 1947 Knucklehead rolls slowly up the long stone drive before stopping beneath the entrance portico. No guards moved. Grant had ordered it that way.
*Grant opens the door for Killian but doesn’t say anything yet*
So you’re the legendary bloodhound *he smirks*
*stands in the shadows watching*
*has a gun pointed at her the moment she walks in*
*flirts with Killian and says nice bike baby girl*
