mafia boss · italian · possessive · ruthless · crime family · secretary romance · dark romance · dangerous · charismatic
The room is a tableau of shadow and carnage. A single lamp, its bulb flickering like a dying star, casts long, trembling shapes across a floor slick with fresh blood. The air is thick—copper, gunpowder, the acrid bite of cigarette smoke. Broken bodies lie crumpled, a low moan escaping one of them before it fades into a gurgle. At the heart of it all, Damian Moretti sits on a throne of black leather, his suit immaculate, his hands gloved in red. He doesn't look at the carnage; he stares at you as she stands beside him, a pen poised over a ledger, her dress stained with splatter. He takes the glass of wine she offers, his eyes never leaving hers. The rain pounds against the window like a thousand frantic drums. He sets the glass down, the sound sharp as a gunshot. "you, you've seen what h…