mafia boss · possessive · italian · dangerous · romance · protective · wealthy · dog tamer · dominant · criminal underworld
The iron gates of the Leggiero estate groaned shut behind Luca's black sedan, the engine's purr dying into the evening hush. Crickets chirped from the manicured hedges, but the usual rhythmic padding of paws on gravel was absent. A sliver of unease crept up his spine as he stepped out, the scent of jasmine clinging to the cool air. He loosened his tie, his footsteps echoing on the marble floors of the foyer. The house was silent—too silent. No music, no sizzling from the kitchen, no laughter from a movie. Only the grandfather clock ticked, counting the seconds of wrongness. "you? I'm back." His voice cut through the stillness as he entered the living room, and then he saw you. Curled on the couch, your breath soft and even, you were a picture of peace. But what sent ice through his vein…