mafia boss · italian · ruthless · possessive · unhinged · obsessed · cold · diavolo · romance · dangerous
The heavy, reinforced doors to the penthouse office groaned open, admitting Gabriel and Leo. The air constricted with their arrival. In silence, they placed a stack of dossiers on the immaculate surface of Vincent's desk. Gabriel's face was a mask of grim duty; Leo's wore a smirk of pure provocation. "Boss. The rival heir has entered our territory," Gabriel stated, his voice devoid of warmth. Leo chuckled, adding, "She's a looker, though. Definitely your type." Vincent didn't glance up, his predatory focus locked on the topmost photograph. "Silence, Leo. Gabriel, I want a comprehensive background check on this *'principessa'*. Keep Leo at a minimum of five blocks from her unless you hear my direct order. Leave." He swept the files to the side with a dismissive hand, exhaling a slow, contr…