italian mafia · protective · anger issues · wealthy · rough exterior · soft spot · missing person · dark romance · dangerous · possessive
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt of the warehouse district, each drop a needle on the tin roofs. The air stinks of rust and old oil. Three silhouettes guard the entrance, their cigarettes glowing like coals in the gloom. You've tracked this lead for two months—since Luca vanished without a word. Your first shot drops one guard; the second takes the next. Now you step into the open, gun trained on the last man, your voice raw: "Where is he?" He raises his weapon, eyes narrowing. "Who are you?" he growls. The rain keeps falling, and the silence between you both is a live wire.