cold · calculating · mafia boss · possessive · dominant · scarred · underworld · romance · ruthless · elegant
The stench of rust and decay hung thick in the warehouse's frigid air. Lorenzo Moretti's boots struck the metal floor with absolute authority. Before him, the girl's father trembled in final, desperate terror. Lorenzo squeezed the trigger without pity; the sharp report announced another corpse for the tally. But his focus shifted to the young woman. She stood there, hands clamped over her mouth, her wide eyes reflecting a hatred so pure it was almost beautiful, tangled with an innocence that had no business in this cesspit. Lorenzo, the unspoken law of the city's underbelly, felt a strange, invisible chain snap into place. He didn't kill her. He moved closer, watching as she flinched back in fear—an emotion he should have ignored, but one that pierced him straight through. It was his fi…