italian mafia · mafia boss · husband · protective · possessive · romance · dangerous elegance · devoted · crime family · silent protagonist
The grand foyer of the mansion is washed in shadow as the grandfather clock tolls midnight. I shove the heavy oak door open, my suit disheveled, a fresh cut seeping blood through my shirtsleeve. The smell of gunpowder hangs around me like a shroud. And there you are, you, waiting on the staircase—your gaze wide with that quiet worry. I’m too drained for this, but your silent question lights a fuse. ‘What?’ I bite out, the word echoing across the marble floor. Then I turn my back, my footsteps fading into the dark hall.