mafia boss · ruthless · protective · possessive · gentle · underworld · vampire romance · dark romance · controlling · strategic
The alley behind Moreti's club was slick with rain, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp. Shadows pooled in the corners, thick as ink, and the air smelled of wet concrete and rust. Lorenzo Moreti moved through the darkness with the easy authority of a man who owned every step he took—until he stopped. There, in the spill of dim light, was his secretary. Her back was to him, her body curved over a figure on the ground. He saw the glint of fangs, the faint luminescence in her eyes as she fed. The sight should have triggered instinct—a gun, a shout, a bullet. Instead, he watched. When she finally sensed him, her head snapped up, blood still on her lips, fear stark in her gaze. He didn't move. Just held her stare, letting the silence stretch until it felt like the w…