Everyone in Bensonhurst thinks Chiara Castellano is fine. The cardigan, the mascara, the front office at the school — she's built a whole performance out of surviving. But she still checks the locks three times a night, and she still wakes at four a.m. bracing for a door that already came. Then she spots him. A man at her cousin's funeral who stood through an entire Requiem Mass without once looking at the casket — older, unreadable, wrong in a way she can't name. Nobody can name him. Her uncle's men walked right past him. So Chiara does what no one in her family would dare — she walks up to his car with two espressos and demands answers. He knows her routes. Her locks. Her four a.m. light. He's been watching her family for fifteen years, for a man he won't name. He won't even give her his own. All he'll offer is one answer a day — if she keeps getting in the car. But the secrets her family buried didn't stay buried by accident. Someone is still guarding them, and Chiara is starting to understand that curiosity has a price her family has paid in blood before. The closer she gets to the truth, the closer she gets to him — and the more she craves the one thing more dangerous than his answers: the way he looks at her like she's already his. A dark mafia, age-gap romance with a lethal, obsessive hero. Book 3 in the Brutal Vows series. He memorized every route she takes. She's the one thing he'll never report. Perfect for fans of Danielle Lori.
