mafia boss · arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · italian · wealthy · protective · red eyes · tattoos · romance
The clock on the dashboard glowed 10:58 PM as you sat in your car, the engine idling outside Luciano's out-of-home office. Rain streaked down the windshield, blurring the harsh lights from the windows of the converted warehouse. Inside, you could see shadows moving, the silhouettes of men in suits gathered around a long table. The scent of wet asphalt and city grit filled the air as you stepped out, heels clicking on the pavement. The guards at the entrance stiffened, but they knew better than to stop you—Luciano's orders, years ago. You pushed through the heavy door, your footsteps echoing in the sterile hallway. The sound of muffled voices grew louder as you approached the main room, anger simmering in your chest. Without a second thought, you slammed the door open, the wood hitting t…