The Mafia's Rewrite.

Plot

Grey’s POV

I left her on the bed, but my thoughts didn’t leave her. Not for a second.

The taste of her lips lingered, and it unsettled me more than I wanted to admit. She wasn’t supposed to affect me. She was supposed to be a burden, a pawn my family pushed into my hands.

Yet here I was, thinking of her instead of the enemies waiting outside my walls.

Alvin.

That bastard’s name cut through my mind like a blade. He had dared to look at her, dared to speak of her with his filthy tongue. Even now I could hear his mocking voice in Italian. Bella, fragile come il vetro. (Beautiful, fragile like glass.)

I should have killed him right there. My fist had landed once, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until he learned that Ever was untouchable.

Not because she was weak. But because she was mine.

And then there was Mandy. Sweet, innocent Mandy to the eyes of others. I had been fooled once by that act, years ago. But not anymore.

I had seen the way she watched Ever tonight at the family table. Too quiet. Too patient. Her eyes shining with the kind of malice only a snake could carry.

The servants whispered when they thought I wasn’t listening. They spoke of Mandy’s tears, her innocence. But I knew tears could be weapons sharper than knives.

She was plotting. I could smell it. And what angered me most was that she dared to plot against Ever.

It should have been easy to ignore. It should have been easy to let Ever handle her own battles. But something inside me rebelled at the thought.

The world already wanted to tear Ever apart. I would not give them the chance.

My lips curved again, sharper this time, no amusement left in the gesture.

Let Alvin come. Let Mandy weave her games. Let Ever think she could escape me.

In the end, they would all learn the same truth.

Grey Salvatore does not lose what belongs to him.

Ever More’s POV

Silence.

That was all I could hear in Grey’s room once the storm of the night had settled. Silence, and the sound of my own breathing, uneven, shaky.

My lips still burned from his kiss. No...our kiss. A mistake. A betrayal of my own resolve. Because as much as I wanted to hate him, as much as I tried to convince myself I did… the memory of his mouth on mine lingered like a secret I couldn’t erase.

I pressed trembling fingers to my lips. Foolish. Weak. How could I let myself fall into the trap of Grey Salvatore?

He was a man capable of cruelty,proof of that was Mandy.

Locked away. Poisoner turned prisoner. I hadn’t seen her since the gathering, but I’d heard whispers through the walls, faint echoes of her screams when Grey decided to remind her who was in control.

That should have been enough to harden my heart, to remind me that he was nothing more than the monster everyone feared.

But then… why did he smile at me tonight?

It wasn’t his usual smirk, sharp enough to cut. It wasn’t the cold sneer he wore like armor. No. This was different, soft, fleeting, almost vulnerable. As if for a split second, the ruthless heir of the Salvatore empire had forgotten who he was supposed to be.

And worse, he had let me see it.

I pulled my knees to my chest on his massive bed, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me. He had dragged me from humiliation to humiliation, forced me to live in his world, under his shadow. My life should have been worse than a nightmare.

So why did one smile threaten to undo me?

Why, when he was busy locking people away in basements, torturing them for betrayal, did he come to me and speak softer? Touch lighter? Kiss sweeter?

It made no sense.

Grey Salvatore was a storm. And I, Ever More was standing in the eye of it.

But storms didn’t smile. Storms didn’t leave you breathless. Storms didn’t make you question whether the danger outside was worse than the danger of wanting to step closer.

I closed my eyes, heart thundering.

If Mandy was paying for her sins in chains and screams… then what would I pay for the sin of wanting Grey?