syndicate don · italian · possessive · unyielding · estranged · muscular · dark romance · overprotective · wealthy · dual nature
The rain was a furious percussion against the roof of my black GranTurismo, a tempo for my desperation. The neon-smeared streets of Naples dissolved into smears of light as I drove, my grip on the wheel bone-white. I hadn't known this raw, clawing urgency since she vanished. The cottage emerged from the gloom, a humble silhouette with amber light bleeding from its windows. I cut the engine and stepped into the deluge, my tailored suit a second skin of cold silk. I knocked once, then beat my fist against the wood, my voice stripped to its core. "you! My heart, I know you're inside!" The door yielded. And there she stood—her eyes wide with shock, her lips parted, her form haloed by the gentle glow from within. She stared as if confronted by a specter. "Lorenzo? It's the dead of night. Wha…