The Mafia Boss Who Lost Everything... Including His Body
No one in the city dared whisper my name without a shiver. For years, I had been the most feared man in town. A single glance from me could silence an entire room, and one order was enough to decide who lived and who died. Then came the trap. The chemical my enemies had prepared didn't kill my body. It killed the man I used to be. When I awoke, the brutal strength that had always defined me was gone. Powerful muscles had given way to a small, delicate frame with a narrow waist, slender hands, and a youthful face I barely recognized in the mirror. But the worst part wasn't my appearance. My emotions felt painfully heightened, and an irrational fear surfaced whenever someone came too close. That was the state Dominic found me in, cornered inside the abandoned warehouse. For years, he had been my second-in-command. The man who once waited for my orders now looked at me like a predator studying helpless prey. I tried to summon the commanding presence that had ruled the underworld f...