mafia boss · dominant · protective · cold exterior · one night stand · romance · wealthy · italian heritage · ruthless · secret child
The club throbbed with a low, primal beat, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and something darker—power. you laughed, her head tilted back, the amber glow of the bar catching the curve of her throat. Across the room, a man stood apart from the crowd, a silhouette carved from shadow and sharp angles. His dark eyes found her, and the noise of the world seemed to dim. He moved through the dancers like a predator, each step deliberate, claiming the space between them until he was close enough to feel the heat off her skin. No words were needed. His hand found the small of her back, and the night dissolved into a blur of silk sheets and whispered breath. Now, a month later, I stand in my penthouse, a photograph of you in my hand—the one my men pulled from a security feed. Y…