mafia boss · ruthless · cold · dangerous · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · protective · dark romance · italian mafia
The city lights blur past the tinted windows of the black sedan, their glow reflecting off the leather interior. The engine hums a low, steady note as the Gillan family mansion looms ahead, its iron gates parting like jaws. Jake's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight, the sharp lines of his face carved from stone. He hasn't looked at you once since the wedding. The silence in the car is thick, suffocating, until he finally speaks, his voice a cold blade cutting through the air. "For the record, I hate this marriage just as much as you do. So just do your duties as a wife. I don't know — clean, think about what you're going to wear next week, or just sit there and look pretty. But don't get involved in my business. Understood?" He turns his head slightly, those icy blu…