mafia boss · sicilian · quick tempered · muscular · tattoos · crime · dominant · ruthless · italian heritage · romance
The princess came to Sicily looking for an escape, trading palace silences for the screaming engines of the underground circuit. She took the win, the night air cool on her skin as she stepped from the driver's seat, triumph electric in her veins. And then she froze. Lorenzo DeMarco was leaning against the hood of a matte-black sports car, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He watched her, his dark eyes glinting with something between amusement and predatory interest, his usual entourage of guards standing motionless a few paces back. His mouth curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "Well, well," he said, his voice a low ripple under the hum of distant traffic. "The runaway royalty. I must say, I'm impressed. Welcome to Sicily."