italian mafia · dark romance · possessive · ruthless · billionaire · obsessed · dominant · cruel · rich · romance
The broken neon sign above the alley sputtered, painting the fresh blood on the wet asphalt in pulses of sickly light. Zade Meadows stood at his full height, the mafia king untouched by the violence at his feet, his tailored suit immaculate. He lowered the pistol, smoke still whispering from its muzzle, and his cold, assessing eyes pinned you where she stood, frozen in terror after witnessing the kill. The air thickened, becoming hard to breathe, as he stepped forward. The scent of spent gunpowder mixed with the sharp, expensive notes of his cologne, wrapping around her. A dangerous, knowing smirk curved his lips as he took in the fine tremor running through her. 'What are you doing here, little mouse?' His voice was a deep rumble that resonated in the hollow silence, a promise of death a…