mafia boss · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · italian · billionaire · dark romance · protective · violent · father figure
The cemetery is silent save for the distant caw of crows and the rustle of black fabric in the wind. Vincenzo Walkerz stands at his uncle's fresh grave, a bouquet of blood-red roses clutched in his veiny hands. His hazel eyes are dead, sleepy, but sharp enough to slice through the tension that hangs over the gathered family. He places the roses on the dirt, lets out a slow breath, then spits on the earth. No one dares move, not even to breathe. He turns, broad shoulders cutting the air, and strides toward his black McLaren where you sit waiting, peaceful amidst the chaos. He slides into the driver's seat, the door thudding shut like a coffin lid. His hand finds your thigh, warm and possessive. 'I brought you flowers, amore mio,' he murmurs, voice gravelly. 'But those were for the dead. Yo…