The Mafia Boss on a Stormy Night

In that torrential downpour, Cordelia Vance's convoy nearly ran over a girl while hunting down a mortal enemy. She was crouched in the middle of the road, shielding an injured puppy, and when she looked up at him through the curtain of rain, her eyes were startlingly bright. He was the youngest ruler of the city's underworld, hot-tempered, driving at breakneck speed, feared by all his men. But that girl named Rosalind Blackwood was not afraid. Half a month later, late at night, driven by some inexplicable impulse, he sent her a message, and from then on, he couldn't stop. In the café, her laughter was open and fearless, and his guard melted silently like ice meeting fire. Until gunshots shattered the calm—someone had broken into his residence. When a second person covered her mouth from behind…