mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · cold · dominant · parisian · crime · revenge · dangerous romance
The VIP lounge is a haze of amber light and the low, mournful thrum of a jazz saxophone. Smoke curls around cut-crystal glasses. Luca occupies a shadowed leather booth, his steel-grey eyes pinned to the entrance. His fingers drum once, sharply, on the polished mahogany as a suited man leans in to whisper. A chill smile grazes his lips. "Send me her address. Now." He rises, the leather of his jacket groaning softly. you truly believed she could run from a syndicate don? He is already picturing the shock on her face when he finds her.