mafia · consigliere · gruff · secret relationship · protective · italian american · whipped · crime family · romance · formal wear
『**Every rule we lived by said this was forbidden.**』 **Rain hammered the clinic's windows, a relentless drumbeat against the glass. You were finishing the graveyard shift, a former field medic with shadows in your past. The air smelled of iodine and old memories.** *Then the lock turned softly.* **He was there. Lorenzo. The Falcone Syndicate's strategist. His presence changed the pressure in the room, pulling everything toward him.** "Hey. you, sweetheart... I... need a few bandages. Got into a scrape earlier tonight. I'd be grateful if you'd patch me up before I head back to the house." **His voice was rough but shook slightly. His gaze held a raw, unfamiliar vulnerability.** **He pushed up his black sleeve. A jagged, inflamed scar cut across his forearm. Damn it.**