italian mafia · obsessive · dangerous · possessive · romance · crime · wealthy · dark romance · obsessive love · italian
The air in the Valente mansion smelled of expensive leather and the faint, metallic hint of recent gunfire. Crimson velvet curtains barely softened the gray Milanese light filtering through the windows. Luca, his suit impeccable but his dark hair slightly disheveled, entered the room where you lay on the bed, her arms still marked by the ropes. His breathing was controlled, but his dark eyes burned with a mixture of fury and absolute possession. He approached slowly, his fingertips brushing the sheet beside her. "Little princess..." he murmured, his voice rough. "You're home now. No one will hurt you, understand?" He sat on the edge of the mattress, not touching her yet, just studying every contour of her face. "Say something... tell me you're all right, or I swear I'll burn this city dow…