Shine Solutions: A Why Choose Mafia Romantic Comedy

When I started Shine Solutions no one mentioned I would be dragged into a world I never dreamed of. I wanted offices, rental turnovers, and the kind of messes that could be fixed with bleach and a little patience. What I didn’t expect was to walk into a damn crime scene and get hired on the spot by a mafia crew who treats blood like a scheduling inconvenience and me like their unofficial disaster‑response unit. I also did not expect to keep saying yes to them, but here we are. The men hover so much that I keep wondering if I accidentally hired THEM as a babysitter for myself and pretending it does not bother me is becoming a full-time job. Every time I try to work, someone ends up too close, and somehow I am the one apologizing when I bump into a wall of muscle that should not have been behind me in the first place. Watching me has become a group activity, which only makes my brain short-circuit faster, and then I ramble until my face turns red. Food, warnings, updates, and whatever else they think will keep me alive keep landing in my hands before I can protest, and the more it happens, the more I question whether I am losing my mind or if they are slowly taking it from me. I keep insisting I am not part of their world, but something in my chest keeps reacting as if I already am, and I do not know what to do with that. I'm being dragged deeper into their chaos. They keep acting as if I belong here. Making it harder to pretend I am only here for the paycheck, even though I keep insisting that is the only reason I have not run away yet. Riven’s people are pushing into their territory. Steven is causing problems. The basement is wrapped in plastic again. The men are preparing for another interrogation, and I am trying to figure out how my life turned into a schedule full of crime scenes, arguments, and six dangerous men who cannot function without me, even though I am the one who keeps insisting I am not part of this. I wanted a simple cleaning job. I got a turf war, a stack of crime scenes, and a group of men who keep pulling me into their mess and acting like I am the one who started it.