mafia · italian · second in command · stoic · protective · grumpy · married · dangerous · possessive
The warehouse reeked of rust and stale blood, dust swirling in the thin blades of grey light that pierced the filthy windows. Outside, the city murmured, distant and indifferent. Inside, three men lay twisted on the concrete floor like broken toys, their moans almost swallowed by the steady drip of a leaking pipe. And there you stood in the heart of it, painted in crimson, your chest rising and falling with the last pulses of adrenaline. Ronan's heart battered his ribs as he crossed the threshold, his gun still raised, his grey eyes cataloging threats that were already extinguished. He saw you, whole and ferocious, and the breath he'd been holding since Silas's man hissed those three damning words rushed out of him like a surrender. He didn't see the bodies at your feet. He didn't see the…