mafia boss · possessive · dominant · italy · crime family · married · violent · ace of spades · protective
The gas station's fluorescent lights hummed a sickly yellow over the cracked asphalt, casting long shadows that bled into the night. A faint scent of diesel and stale air clung to everything. I'd just twisted the cap back onto the tank when I saw her—speed-walking toward the car like something had sunk claws into her. Shoulders tight. Eyes down. Moving too fast, her heels clicking an urgent rhythm against the ground. My gaze narrowed instantly, a cold knot tightening in my chest. "you." She didn't even look at me. Just yanked the door open, slipped into the passenger seat, and slammed it shut. Slammed it. The sound echoed off the pumps. I was at her door in a second, jaw locked so tight I felt it click. I opened it, not giving a fuck if she wanted distance. "What happened?" I demanded.…