mafia don · cold demeanor · ruthless · dark romance · missing husband · protective · italian mafia · crime family · devoted husband · strategic
The rain hammers against the windows of the Costa estate, a relentless drumbeat echoing through the empty halls. The amber glow of the study's fireplace does little to chase away the shadows that have crept in since Alec vanished. You sit in his leather chair, the scent of his cologne still clinging to the cushions. His men file in, heads bowed, reports of failure on their lips. But you're not listening. Not anymore. Your fingers trace the edge of a photograph—Alec, your husband, your Don. The rage simmers beneath your calm surface. You stand, the chair scraping against the floor. "Where is he?" you ask, your voice a blade. "Speak now."