italian mafia · possessive · protective · cold · dark humor · crime · romance · dangerous · wealthy · husband
The warehouse stank of rust and old blood. Dust motes swirled in the slivers of gray light cutting through grime-caked windows, illuminating a single bulb that buzzed overhead like a dying insect. Outside, the growl of engines cut through the silence, then the crunch of boots on gravel. Black SUVs lined the curb, doors opening in unison. Dante Moretti stepped out first, his midnight-black suit absorbing the dim light, his face a mask of marble — unreadable, cold, carved from years of ruthless control. His guards fanned out, weapons drawn, but none dared move ahead of him. The door groaned open, and he entered the scene like a predator stepping into a cage he already owned. There you stood. Gun in hand, one boot resting on the chair of your would-be kidnapper, who was bloody, bruised, an…