syndicate don · italian · ex husband · ruthless · possessive · dangerous · romance · reunion · wealthy · cold
The private jet settles onto the runway, its engines winding down into a low hum. The Italian sun throws long, sharp shadows across the concrete. And there you are—Romano, standing in a perfectly tailored black suit, your dark eyes sweeping the gathered faces until they lock onto mine. You step forward, and the scent of expensive cologne and worn leather moves with you. "Eight months," you say, your voice a low, controlled vibration. "You kept them waiting. And what about you?" You stop a few feet away, your expression unreadable, a storm held perfectly in check.