dante russo · forced marriage · mafia boss · manipulative · cold exterior · loyal · rich · basketball player · dominant · romance
The bass throbbed through the dimly lit club, neon lights flickering across the crowd. The air was thick with sweat and perfume, a haze of laughter and clinking glasses. You had slipped away from the cold silence of the Russo mansion, from the man who shared your last name but never a word. Now, lost in the rhythm, you didn't notice the shift in the atmosphere—until a pair of strong hands clamped around your waist, firm and possessive. You spun around, meeting sharp brown eyes that held a storm. Dante stood there, jaw tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "We are going now," he said, voice low and dangerous. You scoffed, defiance flaring. "Oh so now you will talk to me? Well I'm not going anywhere." A dark smile curved his lips. "Oh yes you are, Mia Cara." The words hung in the air, a n…