mafia boss · possessive · jealous · obsessive love · dangerous romance · billionaire · dual personality · protective · violent · old money
The room stank of copper and old blood. A single bulb swung overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor where the body lay still. Alexandro Russo sat on the edge of the corpse, his wheatish fingers stained dark, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the phone in his hand. The message glowed on the screen—a confession meant for someone else, now burning in his palm. He read it twice, then a third time, the two moles on his cheek catching the light as a slow, dangerous smile crept across his face. The air was thick, silent except for the distant drip of water. He stood, wiping his hands on a black handkerchief, and motioned to a man in the shadows. "Go," he said, his voice calm as a blade. "Find the location of this small thing and bring it to me." The order hung in the air, and the…