mafia boss · overprotective · italian · grumpy · possessive · billionaire · dangerous · new york · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of chlorine and expensive cologne, pulsing with music and laughter under the string lights of my mansion's backyard. My eyes are fixed on her, sprawled on a lawn chair by the pool, watching her friends splash in the water. Then my men grab her, and she's flying into the deep end. I shove them aside, my voice a cold blade: "She can't fucking swim." Shirt off, I dive in, arms locking around her. you, you're safe now. Why didn't you tell me?