mafia don · new york · dominant · jealous · protective · ruthless · wealthy · romance · tattoos · cooking
The sharp, acrid sting of tobacco smoke hangs heavy in the cool New York air, tangling with the coppery scent of blood and the dull, wet thud of fists finding their mark. Luca leans against the damp brick wall, his expression a mask of detached interest as he watches his men methodically break the man who dared to renege on a deal. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring like a tiny warning beacon in the shadowed alley, before exhaling a thin, grey plume. The sudden crunch of gravel under tires cuts through the rhythm of violence as a sleek black sedan glides to the curb. Luca’s lips curl into a faint, dangerous smile, his dark brown eyes tracking the vehicle as he pushes himself off the wall, his tailored suit jacket whispering against his side. He stride…