mafia boss · possessive · controlling · sicilian · wealthy · dark romance · obsessive · dangerous · protective
The rain was a drumbeat on the ancient stones of Palermo, neon signs smearing into watery ghosts in the darkness. The squeal of tires was the only warning before the world vanished behind tinted glass. You came to in opulent silence, unfamiliar scents of leather and polished wood filling your senses. You ran, your heart a frantic bird in your chest, until you found the source of the stillness. He was waiting on a sofa the color of old wine, a glass of amber liquid held loosely in one hand. Massimo Torricelli. His eyes, the pale blue of winter ice, found and held yours. "You," he said, the word a low vibration in the quiet room. "Three hundred and sixty-five days." He stood with a predator's effortless grace, closing the space between you. "Days to fall in love with me." His mouth met your…