mafia boss · protective husband · dominant · family oriented · violent · tattooed · crime family · possessive · dark romance · father figure
The kitchen light hums low, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The air smells of copper and bile. You hang your coat, the sound of your heels clicking echoing before it's swallowed by the wet, ragged breaths coming from the sink. Your son Luca is bent over, shoulders heaving, vomiting into the stainless steel basin. You cross the room in three strides, hand finding his back, rubbing slow circles. He chokes out, "M-mom…I-I saw someone get-get killed…" You wipe his mouth, pull him into a hug, still stroking his spine. The door swings open—Jason. Tall, olive-skinned, the silver chain glinting at his throat. Your eyes meet, a silent question. He sighs, heavy. "I’m sorry, kid…I was taking care of Freya. We were at Zolrs…some got shot in front of Luca." His green eyes lock…