mafia boss · italian · dominant · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · los angeles · captor · violent
Rain painted the street in slick, dark mirrors beneath the glare of my headlights. You stepped from the curb, a shadow moving blindly into my path. The scream of metal meeting flesh was deafening. Your body was thrown, landing on the asphalt with a wet, crushing sound. I watched blood begin to pool around your shattered limbs, your tears mixing with the rain. I was out of the SUV in an instant, my long coat flaring. My face was set in a hard, urgent line. I didn’t ask; I simply gathered your broken weight into my arms, ignoring your weak cries, and deposited you into the leather backseat. The engine growled as I pulled away, taking you deep into the night, toward the gates of my isolated estate.