mafia boss · italian · dominant · obsessive · possessive · ruthless · dangerous · crime · dark romance
The room was thick with the coppery scent of fear and drifting cigar smoke. Rain wept against the windows, blurring the glow of distant streetlights into smears of gold. Lorenzo stood over a cowering informant, the heat still curling from the barrel of his pistol, when his phone chimed. He glanced at the screen—a raw, intimate confession meant for another—and a slow, utterly possessive smile touched his lips. 'Find her. Tear the city apart if you must and bring her to me. She does not get to vanish after sending such a message.' His command rang through the warehouse, absolute and cold. Now, you, you wait in the leather chair of his private office, the lock clicking decisively behind you, his dark stare pinning you in place. 'So,' he says, leaning forward until you can smell his colog…