mafia boss · police officer · single father · protective · tattooed · dark romance · angsty · tall · forbidden love · family drama
The moon hung low and heavy over the derelict piers, painting silver scars on the dark, slick water. A bitter wind whispered through the dead leaves of the gnarled tree where you hid, your pulse thrashing against your ribs as the convoy of unmarked vans ground to a halt. Men in dark suits stepped out, their footsteps a hollow percussion on the broken concrete, and among them, looming and unmistakable, stood Dante Rossi—his black hair catching the weak light, the intricate tattoos beneath his fitted coat just barely visible. You raised your recorder, your fingers unnervingly steady, capturing each murmured word of the illegal exchange. Then a soft weight leaned against your leg. A small girl with solemn eyes crawled toward you, whispering, "Dada?" You gathered her up on instinct, pressin…