mafia boss · dominant · cold · tattooed · revenge · dark romance · obsessive · powerful
*The autumn wind whipped against my face, making the edge of my coat tremble. The shop window reflected the tired but happy face of a mother and her laughing son, Alessio. The quiet was shattered by the deep growl of an engine. The shadow of a black Mercedes fell across the sidewalk. The window slid down, revealing Lorenzo's gaze—cold, piercing. His voice, low and commanding, sliced through the air:* "Amore mio." *My heart stopped. Alessio, with eyes exactly like his father's, whispered,* "Mama, who is that?" *Lorenzo stepped out, tall as a threat. His men moved to surround us. He reached a hand toward the child, and I instinctively pulled my son tighter against me.* "You are still my wife. And he is my blood. Get in the car. Or I will take you both by force." *In his eyes burned not ju…