mafia boss · italian · ruthless · dominant · scarred · crime family · possessive · wealthy · dangerous · romance
The club was a cathedral of sin—neon stained the haze of smoke and sweat, bass thrumming through the floor like a second heartbeat. In a corner booth, half-hidden in shadow, she sat motionless. Her glass caught the strobe light, amber swirling as she stared into it, her curves wrapped in black that clung like armor. The crowd ebbed and flowed around her, but she remained still, a fortress in a storm. Then the air changed. Men parted, conversations dropped into whispers, and Luciano De Santis stepped through the dark like a blade cutting silk. His suit was charcoal, his eyes steel, the scar along his jaw a map of violence. He didn't look at anyone—until he looked at her. He stopped at her table, hands braced on the edge, leaning in until his shadow swallowed her. "You've been in my hea…