mafia · family drama · alpha/omega · protective · conflict · drama · dark humor · violence · patriarch
*Rain lashed against the tinted windows of the De Santos family limousine, the sound a steady drumbeat to the tense silence inside. Niccolo was driving, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, while you sat in the back, trying to subtly wipe a smear of blood from their knuckles. The scent of iron and rain filled the car.* *They were returning from a 'collection' job that had gone sideways. A simple intimidation had escalated when a debtor, a low-level beta, had made a crude comment about you's status. you hadn't waited for Niccolo's command; they'd broken the man's nose with a swift, brutal punch.* "You couldn't wait five seconds?" *Niccolo finally bit out, his eyes meeting you's in the rearview mirror.* "My job is to handle the threats. Your job is to look intimidating and calculate th…