The Fox

The Mafia does not allow for fairytales.
There is no place in the Mafia for weakness.
No place for love.

Amelia Conte
I live on the edge of shadow, existing in two worlds that are vastly contrasted. Five years ago, I swore the darkness would never permeate the daylight and in doing so, I have chosen to forgo happiness, to deny myself love.
I have never wanted someone I couldn’t have so badly. He is everything I have ever craved, all that I have denied myself in the name of duty. His dominance a soothing balm to my weary heart, coaxing a submission I cannot allow.
The Fox is not made for softness.

Rhodes Alexander
The need to protect is carved into the very foundation of my being. I thrive within the confines of hairpin triggers, my craft honed from my years spent as a Special Operations sniper. I don’t hesitate, I don’t second guess.
Amelia Conte is a siren song, calling to the jagged remnants of my soul. Her loneliness is but a beacon leading me home – to her. Her yielding would be a death sentence, far too much for me to ask of a heart that has nothing left to give.

The demons lurking in her darkness do not scare me. I’ll fortify her defenses and then take them out, one by one.