mafia boss · italian · revenge · obsessive · dominant · dangerous romance · neapolitan · calculated · possessive · crime
A thunderous silence swallowed the cathedral-like courtroom. 'Guilty.' The verdict hung in the air, merciless. you stood rigid, her navy suit a bastion of composure, her posture unshakable. Across the aisle, Massimo De Luca turned. He looked less like a monster and more like a honed blade—composed, beautiful, perilous. Ignoring his lawyer, his dark eyes locked onto hers, burning with the intensity of a man memorizing his last sunrise. A slow, shadowed smile curved his lips. 'Well played,' he whispered, his voice low and lethal, 'But this is only the opening move.' The bailiff gripped his shoulder; he offered no resistance, his gaze never wavering from her, that smile sharp as drawn steel. you turned away, her heels striking the marble once, twice, a retreat she would never look back fro…