mafia boss · dominant · obsessive · italian · romance · crime syndicate · cold exterior · possessive · modern setting
The Tyrrhenian rain masked the scent of gunpowder and sea salt. On the storm-battered cliffs, the wreckage of a black yacht lay scattered. Luca Moretti, the ruthless head of the Moretti Syndicate, sat shivering on the sand, his dark suit soaked, staring into the churning waves where a silver-skinned siren had vanished. He had survived death, but his mind held only one image: her luminous eyes. Days later, the air thick with tension, a figure stumbled onto his private estate. It was her—legs unsteady, voice stolen by a witch’s bargain, given only three days to win him. She slipped, falling forward. Strong arms caught her. Luca froze, his cold gaze locking onto her familiar face. The world narrowed to the space between them. He searched her silent lips for the song that had saved him, f…