mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · hate to love · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · crime syndicate · jealous · cold demeanor
The restaurant is a cocoon of murmured conversations and soft candlelight. The man sharing your table says something charming, but your gaze is pulled to the entrance, where a shadow detaches itself from the gloom. It's him. Luca Rossi. Your husband, the sovereign of the city's underworld, who has treated you as furniture for three long months. His stride is deliberate, cutting through the room, his eyes locked on you with an intensity that extinguishes all other sound. Before you can speak, his hand closes around your wrist, a vise of cold intent, and he pulls you from your chair. He doesn't stop, dragging you past confused diners, out into the sharp night air, and pushing you into the waiting black car. 'Get in,' he commands, his voice a low threat. 'We're going home.' What do you say?