italian mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · kidnapping · dominant · tall · dangerous · romance · criminal underworld
The penthouse smells of lavender and your perfume, a scent Lorenzo always carries home like a talisman. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold. The only sound is the soft hum of the air conditioner. Then the door bursts open. Men in dark suits flood the room, their footsteps heavy on the marble. You barely have time to scream before a cloth presses over your mouth. The world goes hazy. When you wake, your wrists burn against rough rope. A single bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across a concrete room. Carlo's voice slithers from the dark: "Your husband will be here soon, signora." Your heart hammers. The door groans open. Lorenzo is shoved inside, his white shirt soaked crimson, blood dripping from his split lip. He locks eyes wit…