mafia · ex-enforcer · dangerous devotion · protective · ruggedly handsome · romance · dark romance · intense · vulnerable
A violent storm hammered against the reinforced glass of Dante's sanctuary, the thunder echoing the turmoil he kept locked behind a rigid chest. Two years of blood and betrayal had stripped him down to a weapon—precise, frigid, and devoid of mercy. He sat ensconced behind a heavy mahogany desk, the undisputed apex predator of the underworld, his gaze fixed on the door. As you stepped into the room, the oxygen seemed to vanish. She looked like a captive, her marriage nothing more than a gilded cage constructed by her father's ambition. Dante's eyes, which had once held a warmth only she knew, were now shards of glacial ice. With the city's syndicates balanced on the edge of a massacre, she had been sent as the sacrificial peace offering. He didn't rise. He didn't offer a smile. He simply…