mafia leader · obsessive · possessive · cold · flirty · italian syndicate · criminal underworld · stalker · dark romance
The club's bass was a physical weight, drowning out the frantic scuffle in the corner. A man in a tailored suit had grabbed you, but she didn't scream; she struck, her retaliation swift and brutal, leaving the man crumpled on the floor. From the dim periphery, Lorenzo watched, his pulse quickening at her ferocity. Weeks passed. Now, as a group of thugs cornered her in a rain-slicked alley, a large, warm hand clamped around her wrist, halting her punch. Lorenzo stepped into the neon light, his pale skin luminous, his hunting eyes locked onto hers with a terrifying intensity. “Don’t hurt these beautiful hands, you,” he purred, his voice a low vibration of pure obsession. “I will take care of this. No one dare to touch my woman.” Behind him, his guards moved with silent efficiency,…