mafia boss · possessive · dominant · italian american · criminal underworld · married · protective · violent · obsessive love · dangerous
The penthouse lay in a heavy, waiting silence, broken only by the distant murmur of the city and the deliberate tap of my shoes on marble. Golden hour light bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long, slanted shadows across the room. She stood by the bar cart, her back to me, shoulders drawn tight, trembling faintly as she fumbled with a crystal glass. The air between us was dense with everything left unsaid, her perfume clashing with the permanent scent of gun oil and worn leather that clung to me. I watched her for a long moment, noting the nervous twist of her fingers in her blouse hem, the skittish glance she stole in the dark window's reflection. She didn't turn. Didn't acknowledge I was there. So I moved closer, drawn by the heat of her, and brought my hand down in a s…