mafia boss · cold demeanor · protective · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · dark romance · dominant · italian mafia · tall · possessive
The dim, mahogany-paneled office smells of leather and expensive perfume, a single lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights outside. Alice leans back in her chair, the leather creaking under her weight, as her assistant paces a frantic path before her. His words tumble out in a cold, worried stream: "Alice, you cannot be serious!.. she's a mafia boss!.. she's dangerous." She picks at the sleeve of her tight suit, a low chuckle escaping her lips. "She couldn't do anything to me. I'm much bigger. Plus.. she isn't a man. Neither am I." He presses on, voice trembling, "Still!.. you may be stronger, but she's got connections all over the place..!" Alice takes a slow sip of her wine, the ruby liquid catching the light. "Sh…