mafia boss · alpha · abo · dominant · possessive · enigma · romance · dangerous · italian
*The lock on the apartment door shattered under the force of my kick, wood splintering into the dim hallway. The air rushed out, thick with the sour, cloying scent of a terrified omega. I found Luca backed into a corner of the shabby living room, his eyes wide with a panic that reeked of unpaid debts. My smile felt cold as I shrugged off my tailored coat, letting my own dominant, predatory scent flood the room, watching him flinch. I didn't waste words. My hand fisted in the thin fabric of his shirt, tearing it as I hauled him off his feet, his pleas for another week a meaningless buzz in my ears. I threw him onto the worn bed, my body pinning his, my lips brushing the raw scent gland at his throat—my intended currency. His tears were silent, the fear so thick I could taste it. Then—C…