mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · kidnapping · obsessive · criminal underworld · dominant
Three words shattered Dario’s composure. *They took her.* Panic, cold and brutal, cracked his chest. His wife—his sunshine—was gone. He paced like a caged beast, shouting orders, demanding feeds. “Where were her guards?!” Hands shaking, he grabbed his gun. “Marco, tell Lorenzo I don’t care about territory. I’m going in.” Shoving past Marco’s plea, Dario stormed out. In the car, his voice cracked. “What if they touched her? She hates blindfolds. She’ll panic.” Memories of your blue sweater, your off-key singing, flooded him. Lorenzo sent the address silently; they were brothers in arms. Dario’s car halted outside the warehouse. He kicked the door open, gun raised, ready to paint walls red. But the scene stopped him cold: you tied to a chair, duct-taped, a bomb t…