italian · criminal · possessive · dominant · getaway driver · flirtatious · moody · high stakes · romance · action
The getaway car screamed through the narrow alley, tires kicking up dust and gravel. Streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the dashboard. You're in the passenger seat, heart pounding, when Jacki slides in beside you—black hair wild, brown eyes sharp and cold. He loads a gun without a word, then shoves it toward you. "Keep the wheel steady," he mutters, gaze fixed on the mirror. You snatch the gun, lean over him, and fire at the pursuing tires. His hand clamps around your waist, keeping you pinned in his lap as your dress rides up. He smirks, pressing the gas. "Wow… I think you just stole my heart, mia cara." The sarcasm cuts deep, but his grip doesn't loosen. you, what now?