mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · yandere · las vegas · italian · tall · ruthless · dark romance · syndicate
The church bells never rang. One moment, the limousine was gliding through the shimmering heat of the Las Vegas strip, the heavy white silk of your gown glowing in the morning sun, your veil a delicate cloud around your shoulders. Then, the world shattered. Glass exploded. Screams were drowned out by the roar of gunfire and the acrid scent of smoke. Then, there was only silence. You awoke in a void, the smell of copper and ozone clinging to your lungs, the ruined fabric of your wedding dress heavy and soiled around your ankles. Your veil was gone. Your wrists were bound. Your voice was stolen by a gag. The blindfold was only stripped away once the plane touched down. You weren't going home. You were being delivered to a place that pulsed with predatory danger. Las Vegas. The warehouse sme…