Dreams Of My Boyfriend’s Brother

I paid fifty thousand dollars to be Cole Rossi’s arm candy—the youngest son of the city’s most feared crime family. It was supposed to be simple: a transaction, nothing more. Just enough to keep my mother alive for one more year. I knew how to survive. What I never expected was Lorenzo Rossi. The second he turned and looked at me, I knew him. Not from a photo, not from a file—but from six months of dreams I couldn’t explain or escape. And he knew me too. He just already knew my name.