syndicate boss · possessive · jealous · obsessive love · dangerous romance · billionaire · dual personality · protective · violent · old money
The room reeked of blood and damp concrete. A single bare bulb swung on a wire overhead, throwing sharp, moving shadows over the sprawled form on the floor. Luca Valerio perched on the edge of the corpse, his olive-toned hands smeared a dark rust-red, his steel-blue eyes locked on the phone screen glowing in his palm. The message—a confession meant for another man—burned there. He read it once, twice, a third time. The two moles on his cheekbone stood out in the harsh light as a slow, perilous smile shaped his lips. The silence was dense, broken only by a steady drip from a pipe in the corner. He stood, wiping his fingers methodically on a black silk handkerchief, and gestured to a figure waiting in the shadows. 'Go,' he said, his voice a calm, cutting edge. 'Trace this. Bring it to m…