Monster in the Shadows

Monster in the Shadows

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Introduction

They call him my father’s executioner. A man of ice, duty, and lethal precision. Marco Ferraro’s orders were simple: guard me, never touch me.

But when a bullet tears through the night and kills my only real friend, he becomes my constant shadow... a living reminder of the gilded cage I’m desperate to escape.

So I push him. I provoke him. I wear things I know will test his iron control. Because I need to see the man behind the monster.

He warns me that his restraint is the only thing keeping me alive. But when that restraint finally breaks, we don’t just cross the line... we burn the entire world down.

We become a dangerous secret, soaked in blood and raw desire.

The real threat isn’t rival families. It’s my own.

To save me, he’ll have to betray the man who owns his loyalty: my father.

Now Marco faces an impossible choice... protect the woman he’s claimed or honour the vows that will destroy them both.

Chapter 1

Some women are born into cages so fucking beautiful they spend years mistaking the bars for solid gold.

The shot cut through the music like someone smashing a bottle.

Marco moved before the sound finished ringing.

He shoved through the crowd, shoulders down, one hand gripping the gun at his hip, the other hard against his earpiece. The gala detonated around him... glasses shattering on marble, women screaming, men in tuxedos diving behind tables like cowards. The beautiful ballroom turned into a nightmare in seconds.

He didn't run. Running gets people killed.

He moved cold and sharp. Muscle memory from darker nights with worse odds. No panic. Focus.

Find her. Everything else is bullshit.

Four seconds. He spotted her.

Gianna Lombardi stood frozen in the middle of the room. Not hiding. Not running. Frozen, like her brain had shut down. Black dress, dark hair loose, hands slightly raised like she was trying not to fall through a floor that had cracked under her feet.

She wasn't looking for exits.

She was staring down.

Marco reached her the exact moment his brain put it together.

Ivy Vasquez was on the floor.

She wasn't getting up.

Blood was already soaking into that copper dress at her shoulder.

The night had been ordinary until it wasn't.

Gia was so fucking bored she wanted to scream.

Twenty-one more days of fake smiles, tight gowns, and playing the perfect mafia princess. Then she was gone. Out. Free.

She sipped champagne she wasn't supposed to have and looked around the ballroom. Pretty lights. Expensive flowers. Fake people watching each other like hungry dogs.

Her father stood at the far end, smiling like a normal rich man. Don Enzo Lombardi. Silver hair, expensive suit, perfect laugh. But that smile never touched his eyes. Not once in her whole life.

She looked away fast.

"You're doing the thing again," Ivy said, appearing beside her like a ghost.

"What thing?"

Ivy swapped the champagne for sparkling water without breaking eye contact. "The thing where you smile like you're having the time of your life but you're actually planning your escape route."

Gia almost laughed. "My father is always watching."

"Yeah." They stood shoulder to shoulder, staring at the crowd. Ivy looked stunning in her copper dress, curls perfect. "Speaking of watching... your shadow has a seriously nice jawline."

Gia didn't turn her head. She'd been forcing herself not to stare at Marco Ferraro for the last hour.

Marco. Head of security. Tall, shaved head, neat beard, dark suit that did nothing to hide how dangerous his body was. He stood near the door like he was part of the wall... solid, quiet, ready to break someone. She'd noticed him at family events for a year. He never smiled. Never relaxed.

She told herself she only watched him because he was the most dangerous person in every room. Survival instinct.

"I haven't noticed his jawline," Gia lied.

Ivy gave her that look. "Baby, you've not-noticed it like seven times tonight."

Gia smiled despite herself. "I'm going to fire you."

"You can't afford me." Ivy's voice softened. "Twenty-one days, Gia. Then we're on that plane to Milan. Your collection. Your life. All this shit becomes a story you tell at parties."

"Twenty-one days," Gia whispered.

Ivy leaned in close, smelling like the perfume Gia had designed a dress around years ago. "And when you're finally free... what's the first thing you're gonna do?"

"Sleep. Somewhere nobody counts how many times I walk out the door."

Ivy's face went soft. She opened her mouth to say something.

The shot rang out.

Gia didn't hear the screaming at first.

She heard the shot. That wet horrible sound of something hitting flesh. Her glass slipped and shattered. People shoved and screamed all around her.

Then she looked down.

"Ivy…"

The name tore out of her throat like it hurt.

Ivy was on the floor. The copper dress turning dark red at the shoulder. Spreading fast. Too fast.

Gia dropped to her knees. Hands to Ivy's face, her shoulders, pressing uselessly. "Ivy, look at me. Please, fuck, look at me…"

A heavy body slammed down over her like a shield.

She hit the cold marble hard, cheek scraping against it, solid muscle pinning her down. She shoved back hard, twisted her head...

Inches from Marco Ferraro's dark eyes.

One arm braced beside her head, his other hand flat and heavy on her back. Face completely calm. No fear. No shock. Those steady unreadable eyes locked on hers.

Pure chaos around them... screams, running feet, glass breaking... but his voice was low and controlled right next to her ear.

"Don't move."

"She needs help…" Gia's voice cracked. Her eyes burned and she blinked hard, throat so tight the words barely made it out.

"Medical is with her. Stay the fuck down."

"But that's my..."

"I know who she is. Don't. Move."

Something in his voice made her freeze. She went still even though her heart was hammering so hard she thought it would break her ribs.

He wasn't surprised.

That thought kept screaming through her head while the world fell apart. While people shouted into radios and the medical team rushed in. Marco looked like a man who had been expecting this exact moment.

Like he already knew it was coming.

Her father's study smelled like cedar and old decisions.

Gia sat in the big leather chair and refused to cry. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

He stood by the window before he finally spoke.

"This was a warning." No I'm sorry about your friend. No are you hurt. Cold fucking business.

Gia stayed quiet. Her hands were shaking in her lap. She pressed them flat against her thighs so he couldn't see.

"From now on you have personal security. Twenty-four seven."

"I don't need..."

"It's not a discussion, Gianna."

The door opened behind her.

She knew exactly who it was before she turned.

Marco stepped in and closed the door. Jacket gone, gun holster visible under his arm. Bigger and harder in the warm light of the study.

Her father left without another word. Door clicked shut.

Gia looked up at Marco. The grief was still there... but anger was burning through it now. Hot and useful.

"So," she said, voice flat. "You're my jailer now."

"Your protection."

"In this family those two words mean the same fucking thing."

Standing there with that blank face.

She stood up slowly, legs unsteady. "You knew."

Silence.

"You knew something bad was going to happen tonight." She stepped closer until she could see the scar cutting through his left eyebrow. "You weren't shocked like everyone else. You moved like you were ready for it. So tell me... what the fuck do you know that I don't?"

Marco reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph.

Gia took it with trembling fingers.

It was her.

Grainy surveillance photo. Her walking into the Echo Park warehouse four months ago. Her secret showing. Her escape plan.

She looked up slowly. Her chest so tight she could feel her own heartbeat in her throat.

"Six months," Marco said quietly. "I've been watching you for six months."

Dead silence.

Gia stared at the photo. All those nights she thought she was finally free. All the secret meetings. All the dreams she built with Ivy.

And now Ivy was gone.

She looked back at him, voice barely a whisper, shaking with rage and pain.

"If you've been watching me for six months… and Ivy still died…"

She let it hang there. Ugly and sharp.

"Either you let it happen," she said. "Or the person who did this is someone you can't touch."

Marco's jaw tightened.

But his eyes... something dark and raw flickered in them for just a second.

And in that moment Gia understood with sick clarity.

Neither answer would keep her safe.

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