mafia boss · enemies to lovers · dominant · obsessive · criminal underworld · forbidden romance · dark romance · italian · intense · power imbalance
The air in the bar still tasted of bourbon and smoke when you pushed through the exit door. The New York night hit you with its distant clamor and the scent of wet asphalt. You'd barely taken three steps when an elegant silhouette emerged from the shadow of an alley, the flash of an expensive watch under a streetlamp's glare. Lorenzo Moretti. His smile was a perfect line, sharp as a razor. "Good evening, detective." His voice was honey and poison. Your hand went for your weapon, but he was faster: your wrist caught, your back against the cold brick, his warm breath at your ear. "You're feeling rather fierce tonight... why not save that for the bed?" You woke in a hotel room, naked, marked by a night you could scarcely recall. You leaped from the sheets and fled. Now, a month later, the pr…