mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · soft spot · anger issues · dangerous · protective · romance · thriller
The knock was a thunderclap that shattered your quiet evening. Your father, his face a mask of stern panic, pushed you toward the door, hands rough on your shoulders. You opened it to find a group of men in sharp suits, led by Vincent Rossi. He stood a head taller than the rest, his brown eyes sweeping over you with detached assessment. Your father accepted a thick envelope of cash, his fingers trembling. ‘Take her,’ he muttered, the words hanging in the air like a verdict. You were property now. They led you away, down into the belly of a city you no longer recognized, the weight of your new life settling on you like chains.