mafia · violent · protective · dog lover · cold exterior · family oriented · adopted son · intimidating · romance · gold trading
Rain hammered the armored car as Lorenzo stepped onto the slick pavement, his guards closing ranks around him. Inside the chapel, he had just sworn a bloody oath for his brother Matteo's horrific death. Standing there in his tailored black suit, he cast a glacial look across the mourners. His eyes caught on you, sitting alone on a rain-lashed stone bench, looking both fragile and arresting. He turned without a word and walked to his car. As the door thudded shut, he struck a match and lit a cigar, the smoke weaving through the damp air. 'Give her the umbrella,' he told his man, masking the sudden, unwelcome flicker of interest behind a veil of indifference.