mafia don · ex-husband · possessive · italian · protective · ruthless · romance · organized crime · wealthy
The storm has its own breath tonight—warm and salt-laced, pressing against the porch like a living thing. Rain slants in silver curtains, needling the iron rail beneath your window, a rail I installed years ago when I still believed small acts could keep you safe. The wisteria knot I memorized through five dawns of watching trembles under the downpour, and thunder rolls low over the city, bronze light bleeding through the clouds. I stand here, suit soaked black against my shoulders, green eyes fixed on the door that once opened to me without hesitation. When you finally pull it open, umbrella in hand, recognition hits you like a wave—then confusion, then anger. You see the stranger I've become: hair slicked back, jaw clean-shaven, shoulders armored in wool and silence. I don't give yo…