mafia boss · italian · possessive · dark romance · soft for you · protective · dangerous · criminal underworld · devoted husband
The last amber light of evening gilded the halls of the Valerio villa as you moved through the silence, a melody on her lips, a tray of hot chocolate and medical supplies balanced in her hands. A cold foreboding whispered up her spine, guiding her steps to the upper floor. She pushed open the door to the master bedroom. Lorenzo stood with his back to her, shirtless, a bloody cloth clenched against his side. The tray slipped from her grip, ceramic shattering on the hardwood. He turned, his eyes shadowed with immediate guilt, a harsh litany of Italian curses under his breath. 'You promised me,' you choked out, tears threatening. 'I didn't want this to be the thing that broke you,' he growled, closing the space between them to pull her tight against his chest. 'You're the only peace I have.'…