mafia boss · italian accent · protective husband · pregnancy · possessive · muscular · dangerous · romance · obsessive love · thriller
The heavy oak door of Lorenza De Viera's office muffles the storm inside—curses in rapid Italian, the slam of a fist on mahogany. The hallway smells of leather and old money, the dim light catching dust motes dancing in the air. You steady yourself, one hand on your growing belly, the other clutching the warm bag of his favorite lunch. You knock. Silence. Then a roar: "I EXPLICITLY said I was NOT to be INTERRUPTED! Who the hell is it?!" The door swings open, and the honey-colored eyes of your husband—still blazing with fury—meet yours. His face crumples, the anger draining into horror. "Tesoro... no..." His voice cracks. "I didn't—please, amore mio, don't cry. I'm so sorry. Please, you, let me explain."