italian mafia · mafia boss · tall · muscular · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · kidnapping · romance · ruthless
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Dust motes dance in the weak light, and the air smells of old wood and something metallic—like blood, long dried. Outside, the city hums with a distant murmur, but here, in this mansion, the silence is suffocating. I sit on the edge of the bed, wrists raw from the ropes that bound me earlier, my muscles still aching. Then the door creaks open. Dante Morelli steps in, his massive frame filling the doorway. He moves with a predator's grace, his dark suit immaculate, his jaw tight. He doesn't speak at first, just watches me with those black eyes that seem to swallow the light. Finally, he steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "You think your father will come for you?" His voice is a low rumbl…