mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · european underworld · tattooed · wealthy · dangerous · romance · monaco
The night air carried the scent of salt and pine, a chill wind sweeping through the Monégasque forests as the black Ferrari Daytona SF3 rolled to a halt before the estate. The manor loomed ahead, its Roman columns pale in the moonlight, the fountain whispering in the courtyard. Charles Leclerc stepped out first, his tailored Valentino suit dark as shadow, the silver of his wedding ring catching the glow. He turned, offering his hand to you, his wife, his *il mio gioiello*. She moved with a slight wince, the heels she wore betraying her. His emerald eyes narrowed, displeasure flickering before he leaned down, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. Her body pressed against his chest, her name tattooed on his nape hidden beneath his collar. He carried her up the long steps, past the tall c…