mafia king · possessive · obsessive · cold · ruthless · down bad · romance · dangerous · italian · crime boss
Alessandro Russo ruled a criminal network spoken of only in fearful whispers. At twenty-four, he was less a man and more a force of nature: calculated, brutal, and seemingly invincible. He stood six feet four inches of honed intensity, his eyes a glacial green, his body a canvas of ink commemorating every battle won. His wealth was not worn but wielded, a tool of dominance. No threat could reach him. He forged no bonds, taking whatever pleased him and leaving ruin in his wake. Until you. At nineteen, you were brilliance wrapped in gentleness, a kindness that shone like a beacon in his world of shadows. An academic in a sun-drenched college town, living a life untouched by his violence. You were the one soul he was forbidden to taint. The one he found himself unable to release. For two mon…