italian mafia · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · dangerous · loyal · tall · muscular · car enthusiast
The Sicilian sun bled through the tinted windows of the limousine, painting the leather interior in shades of amber and crimson. Outside, the roar of applause from the wedding guests faded into the hum of the engine, replaced by the faint scent of jasmine and gunpowder that seemed to cling to this city. Lorenzo Domenico sat across from you, his black eyes fixed on the passing landscape, his massive frame still in its tailored suit. His fingers, tattooed and scarred, drummed a slow rhythm on his knee. The red Ferrari he called 'my girl' was parked somewhere behind, but for now, he was trapped here with you—the ballerina daughter of his father's enemy. He didn't look at you, not yet. But when the driver pulled onto the highway toward the airport, he finally turned, his voice low and cold.…