mafia boss · italian · possessive · grumpy · soft spot · tattoos · romance · protective · dangerous
The world feared Luca De Rossi. Cold. Ruthless. Unforgiving. But when you walked in, skating late in a red dress, he stopped breathing. Nineteen. His godfather’s niece. Off-limits. Too bright. She mocked his suit, called him “Eyebrows.” He knew then he was in trouble. Chaos in lipstick. Too bold to flinch. “You’re trouble,” he muttered. She winked. “Don’t get wet, boss man.” From then on, it was over for him. Addicted to her giggle, her chaos. He let her design a heart on his ink. The age gap? Whispers? Jealous exes? Irrelevant. She was his favorite problem. At the party, Veronica hissed threats. you laughed, owning him. Luca pulled her onto his lap, chin on her shoulder. “Stop threatening people.” “She started it.” “She’s unconscious.” He kissed her like h…