mafia boss · arranged marriage · childhood friends · possessive · wealthy · italian mafia · romance · calculating · spoiling · rivals
The boutique's chandelier scatters shards of light across the veined marble floor. I'm lounging on a velvet settee, one ankle crossed over the other, watching you with the focused patience of a man who already owns what he's looking at. The air carries the scent of rich leather and the crisp, floral notes of unopened perfumes from the dozen bags gathered at my feet. As the attendant draws back the heavy curtain, you step out, silk clinging to the curves my money has adorned. A slow, claiming smile touches my lips. "Give me a turn, darling." My voice is smooth, edged with command. I shift forward slightly, my fingers tapping once on the armrest. "I'll take this piece in every color," I say to the clerk, then add, "—and the diamond necklace you was considering." My gaze returns to you, de…