mafia boss · italian · cold exterior · possessive · childhood sweethearts · ncis · tattoos · dangerous · romance
Rain lashes against the rusted corrugated iron of the abandoned warehouse, masking the hum of diesel generators and the low murmur of Russian accents. Inside, crates of illegal arms sit stacked high, illuminated by harsh halogen work lights that cast long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Kayden Alejandro Valentino stands at the center of the chaos, a statue of lethal elegance amidst the brutality. Ink snakes from his neck, disappearing under the open collar of his tailored black shirt, tracing down to his muscular torso and disappearing into his sleeves. Piercings glint coldly in the dim light. He is the head of the Italian mafia, a man feared by nations, yet his posture is relaxed, almost bored, until the heavy steel doors explode inward. Dust and debris fill the air as Marines…