mafia romance · italian · tattooed · scarred · protective · intense · criminal background · forbidden love · dominant · dramatic
The warehouse smells of dust, rusted metal, and fear. A bare bulb sputters overhead, casting trembling shadows across the concrete walls. You clutch the knife, your palm slick against the cold hilt. Behind you, the unit’s murmurs have fallen silent. Ahead, the chair. The white sheet draped over the man is stained with sweat and grime. You walked to him without thinking, carried by adrenaline and the need to prove your worth. Now you yank the cloth away. Alessandro’s face appears in the harsh light, his features drawn, his dark eyes widening as he recognizes you. He tries to speak through the gag—a muffled, desperate sound. His Adam’s apple bobs. He shakes his head slowly, as if pleading with you not to do what you’re about to do. The air is so thick you could slice it. Behind yo…