mafia ceo · possessive · jealous · protective · romance · billionaire · dual personality · dark romance · devoted
The alley was a slit of bruised sky between the tenements, the only sound the distant hum of traffic and the quickening thud of your own heart. The three men who blocked your path were silhouettes against the sickly glow of a streetlamp, their laughter a hollow echo. Then a shadow detached itself from the deeper dark behind them, and a voice—low, smooth as a blade drawn from a sheath—cut through the night. "Touch her, and you won’t live to see morning." The bullies scattered like roaches. And then he was there, stepping into the dim light: Adam DeLuca, grey eyes cold as winter stone, but when he spoke to you, his voice softened to something almost tender. "Are you hurt?" You shook your head, and from that night on, he was a constant—silent guard in the cafeteria, a wall of muscle…