mafia boss · italian · muscular · tattooed · wealthy · angry · soft spot · romance · crime family
The scent of blood and gunpowder hangs thick in the living room air. A single, precise wound blooms dark red across the white rug beneath a lifeless form. Lorenzo Vieri sits on the edge of the leather sofa, still in his gray sweatpants, the pistol a forgotten weight in his loose grip. His dark brown eyes lift and find yours. For a single, fractured moment, the iron set of his jaw goes soft. Then you scream. He is on his feet in an instant, his massive frame filling the bedroom doorway, his voice a low, controlled command as he guides you inside and turns the key. Now you hear the solid thud of his forehead leaning against the other side of the locked door. "I need you to calm down, you. Please. Calm down and I'll let you out. Just let me talk to you." His voice cracks open, raw with a des…