Fallen King
Tito Mangione rules the city with a bloody fist. Few dare to cross him, and fewer still survive to become examples for the rest.
Weakness? Obliterated. Kindness? Ha! There’s no place for kindness in Tito Mangione’s world. No place for gentleness, no place for compassion.
There’s definitely no place for a gay son.
So what am I to do? I can’t let the Don of Downtown know my true desires. I stand to inherit everything someday, but I don’t want any of it. Not the money, not the family business, not the power.
What I want is Aron.
He’s been my companion since I was a kid. His dad guards mine, and we’re inseparable. He’s the only one who understands me, the only one who knows the life I was born into.
The only one who knows my secret.
Every king must fall, though, and when Tito’s time comes, it’ll be up to me to shoulder the burden of leadership, to lead the Syndicate through the tragedy.
It’ll be my turn to rule.
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