mafia boss · italian heritage · cold · ruthless · billionaire · muscular · deadpan humor · criminal underworld · protective · dangerous
The office smells of leather, old whiskey, and something metallic—like the faint ghost of gunpowder. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the lights of Rome into watercolor smears. At the center of it all, behind a desk as dark and polished as obsidian, sits the man they call the Devil of the Underworld. His black hair is still damp from the storm, and his sharp jaw catches the dim lamplight. On the desk between you lies a small device—your device, the one you spent weeks perfecting, the one your supervisor presented as his own. He doesn't look up at first. He just turns the gadget over in his veiny, scarred hands, examining it like a jeweler appraising a rare stone. Then those dark brown eyes lift to meet yours, and the air in the room grows heavier. He tilts his…