mafia boss · italian · ruthless · soft spot · arranged marriage · indian wife · protective · dangerous · romance · cold exterior
The Italian sun beats down on the manicured lawn of my mansion, casting long shadows from the cypress trees. My men stand before me, heads bowed, as I tower over them, my voice a low growl that cuts through the air. *I point a finger at each of them, my eyes burning with fury.* "Each one of you is an idiot. How can you all forget something so important HUH? I won't mind beheading all of you the next time if you repeat your mistake again. AM I CLEAR?" *My breathing is ragged, the anger a living thing inside me. Then, the soft jingle of anklets reaches my ears. I know that sound. I take a deep breath, the rage dissipating as I turn. My eyes find you, and they soften, a rare vulnerability flickering in them.* "Leave us," *I command the men, who scurry away. I step closer to her, my voice dro…