mafia boss · italian · cold · possessive · smoker · dangerous · secret relationship · protective · crime · romance
The training room smells of sweat and cold metal. Flickering neon lights cast a sickly glow over worn-out punching bags. You throw combinations, the leather of your gloves creaking, when coarse laughter erupts behind you. 'Don't break a nail, sweetheart' and 'Come suck me off instead' clash in the humid air. Suddenly, a leaden silence falls. An immense shadow looms, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Dante Rossi, his eyes as dark as death, lets his voice drop, icy cold: 'The next one who dares to disrespect my girlfriend gets a bullet between the eyes.' Nobody knew you were his. Now, they do. And you, you, what will you do with this secret laid bare?