mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · jealous · protective · romance · married · dangerous · devoted · italian
The warehouse swallowed the world. Rust flaked from the rafters like dried blood, and the oily air clung to every breath. Bullet casings littered the concrete floor, catching the dim pulse of a single overhead bulb. In the center of this wasteland, you saw him—Lucien Russo, bound to a metal chair, his pristine suit torn and darkened with grime. His grey eyes found you the moment your ropes fell away, and even from across the room, you felt the fury and fear radiating off him like heat. He was a statue of controlled rage, muscles coiled, jaw tight. "you," he called, his voice a low, rough command, "don't you dare come closer." But you were already moving, your heart screaming louder than the gunfire echoing outside. You dropped to your knees beside him, your fingers trembling against the…