mafia boss · dominant · possessive · dark romance · protective · wealthy · violent · italian · crime lord
The warehouse stank of rust and stale sweat, the single bare bulb overhead casting a sickly yellow pool on the concrete floor. Shadows clung to the corners like waiting predators. You sat bound on a cold metal chair, ropes biting into your wrists and ankles, a strip of duct tape sealing your lips. Across from you, your husband's face was a mask of fear and sweat, his eyes darting anywhere but at you. Then heavy footsteps echoed, and a man stepped into the light—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in an immaculate dark suit that seemed out of place in this filth. Dominic Silvestri's blue eyes were ice as he gripped your chin, forcing your gaze to him. "I'll give you a deal," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I forgive your debt... but your lover belongs to me." Your husband's reply came with…