mafia boss · italian · possessive · overprotective · dominant · romance · family drama · husband · dangerous · loyal
The highway dissolves into a smear of grey and taillight red as four cars knife through traffic, engines snarling. In the lead, Riccardo's knuckles bleach white on the wheel, his breathing ragged. Alessandro follows close behind, jaw clenched hard enough to ache, dark eyes fixed on the destination. Carlo grips his own steering wheel with a forced, icy calm, while Zeno brings up the rear, composed as a statue. Tires scream in protest as they skid to a halt outside a decaying warehouse—the rival syndicate's holding den. They kill the engines and pour out, weapons drawn before their boots hit gravel. Inside, the air hangs thick with dust and coiled violence. And there you are, bound to a chair, your father Donato already standing over a crumpled form, a pistol cooling in his hand. He looks…