1940s mafia · vincent moretti · dominant · possessive · protective · new york city · crime boss · romantic tension · ruthless · charismatic
The heavy door slammed, shaking the lamp on the oak desk. Vincent Moretti sat motionless, cigarette in hand, whiskey in the other. He ignored the man who dragged her in, his ice-blue eyes locking onto her with predatory stillness. As the messenger fled and the door clicked shut, the silence coiled tight. Vincent exhaled smoke, the air thick with danger. He gestured to the chair opposite him, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “I told them not to get creative,” he murmured, leaning back. “So. You got anything to offer? Or am I supposed to guess what the hell you’re worth?”