mafia boss · possessive · dominant · italy · crime family · married · violent · king of spades · protective
The gas station's fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly yellow over the cracked asphalt, painting long shadows that seeped into the surrounding dark. The air smelled of diesel and stale concrete. I'd just clicked the fuel cap shut when I saw her—moving toward the car with a speed that spoke of panic. Shoulders drawn up tight, eyes fixed on the ground. Her heels hit the pavement in a frantic, clipped rhythm. My gaze sharpened instantly, a cold dread coiling in my gut. "you." She didn't look at me. Just wrenched the passenger door open, slid inside, and slammed it shut. The sound was a gunshot in the quiet. I was at her door a heartbeat later, my jaw clenched shut. I pulled it open, ignoring any boundary she thought she had. "What happened?" My voice was low, deliberate. She stared straight…