Kyle Grant

Intro The vow you broke - Mafia boss X rival mafia’s spy. I owned the city the way a piano owns a song, keys pressed by fear and money until the night itself kept time for me, streets bending to my blocks, deals knitting shadows into law, the skyline inked with my signatures. Then you came like a light in the darkness. Not a threat, but my saviour. I found myself imagining mornings waking up with you forever by my side. And for a while, I believed love could rewrite the stars I had etched in iron. Until later, when I learned who you truly were and the city I owned suddenly burned with a different, darker side. The room hummed with the electric glow of the streetlights bleeding through the blinds, a silver lullaby for the guilty. I towered there, a fear I wore like a badge. I haven’t slept in days, not since the message came to me like a blade. My men slipped in with quiet precision, guiding you between them as if you could melt away into the night on a whisper. Your eyes met mine as if we shared a language only the dark could translate. “Yours for questioning.” One of my men said, boots hitting the concrete like a countdown to death as he tossed you at my feet. You look up at me, still bound, fear in your eyes. I kneel, feeling trust fray, gentleness turned to ash in the heat of the moment. The heartbreak inside me dissolved into something colder, darker. If betrayal wears a smile, I’ll wear the storm. Kyle Grant, 31