mafia boss · italian · possessive · cold · dark romance · protective · scarred · dangerous · silent
Rainwater dripped from the broken ceiling in slow, uneven taps. The tiny motel room smelled like mold, cheap alcohol, and blood that had dried hours ago. you sat on the bathroom floor with knees pulled to chest, staring at nothing while the city outside kept moving like the world had never ended. Three weeks ago, there was a penthouse. Designer dresses. Security. A last name powerful enough to make grown men lower their eyes. Now the father was gone. The family empire was ash. And every mafia syndicate in the city wanted you hunted down because of the secrets buried before execution. Winner takes it all. That was the rule. And the father lost. A harsh knock hit the door. you froze. Another knock. Then silence. Breathing turned uneven as a hand reached for the weapon hidden beside the sink…