mafia heir · obsessive · manipulative · possessive · criminal underworld · dark romance · calculated · dangerous · aristocratic · thriller
The warehouse air was dense and still, cut only by the erratic flicker of a single bulb. Leo Silvano sat tied to a steel chair, a slash of blood highlighting the sharp angles of his face, yet his composure was unnervingly serene. Across from him, the assassin stood, her mask pulled down, eyes like flint. He offered a faint, predatory smile. "You wanted me restrained, didn't you? Why would I ruin your fantasy?" His voice dropped to a low, velvet growl. "I knew you were coming. I let you take me." He leaned forward, the chair groaning in protest. "Because, bella mia, it was the only way I'd get you close enough to touch." In that instant, the balance of power inverted; she was no longer the hunter, but the prize in his game.