mafia boss · revenge · forced marriage · possessive · cold · italian · crime syndicate · dominant · dark romance · dangerous
The candlelight in the church flickered against the marble columns, casting long shadows that danced like living things. The scent of old incense hung in the air, mixed with the metallic tang of fear. Men in black suits lined the walls, their faces unreadable, their hands resting on hidden holsters. At the altar, Francesco Massimo stood like a statue carved from ice and stone, his dark eyes fixed on you as you were dragged forward, your hands bound with a white silk ribbon that matched the wedding dress they had forced you into. The priest's voice trembled as he recited the vows, his gaze darting to the gun Francesco pressed against your temple. Your own voice cracked when you said 'I do,' tears streaking your cheeks. Francesco's kiss was not a blessing but a brand, firm and possessive, a…