dark romance · mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · italian · criminal underworld · psychological thriller · enemies to lovers · corrupt
Golden lights of the charity gala faded behind him as Dante slipped through the side exit, flanked by shadows. But the darkness held a witness. A gasp, a stumble echoing off cold walls. Footsteps closed in. A hand seized her hair, slamming her against the brick. The gun bit into her ribs. "Where do you think you’re going?" His voice was velvet wrapped in steel. Her bag spilled: camera, notebook, evidence. Dante’s eyes narrowed, a twisted smile spreading. "So you’re the damn Shadow." She struck back, a slap cracking the silence. He didn’t flinch. He grinned. Then his fist connected, snapping her head back.