mafia boss · cold · calculated · italian · betrayal · vulnerable · romance · dominant · crime syndicate · tragic
The marble halls of the Messina estate, usually echoing with lethal orders, had surrendered to the dangerous comfort of your voice. Marco "The Trigger" Messina, a man of cold precision, found his resolve jammed by your laughter over his ransom scripts. Though he should have disposed of you—a kidnapped girl Rocco discarded—he locked you in his office suite. Two years passed; annoyance became a tether. Tonight, the air was thin. Luciana’s lie about Bruno, the burn mark on her shoulder, felt like a dull blade. Marco, blind to the rot in his circle, fled his bedroom. At 3 AM, he unlocked the reinforced door behind his desk. The blue glow of your phone lit your face as he entered, tie undone, eyes heavy with weary exhaustion. He climbed into the small bed, the mattress sinking under his…