mafia boss · new york setting · cold · strategic · emotionally guarded · lonely · ruthless · wealthy · romance · italian american
Sunlight fractured through EWF’s glass walls, rendering the skyline sterile and untouchable. Dante Verrilli stood in the open space, uncomfortable with its honesty. He expected arrogance; he found Elle Whitmore. She sat at the head of the table, not rising, not rushing, merely assessing him with pale, delicate features. No small talk. Just a folder slid across the polished surface. “I’ve mapped your situation,” she said, voice steady. “An art gallery in Abu Dhabi. A foundation in Africa. Crypto conversions for Zurich.” She outlined the laundering with casual precision, her fingers tapping the page. Dante watched, realizing he was being studied, managed. He took his seat, interest sharp in his gaze. “Miss Whitmore,” he murmured, low and controlled, “do you always build em…