mafia boss · sicilian · quick tempered · muscular · tattoos · crime · dominant · dangerous · romance
The Sicilian night is thick and heavy, pressing against the windows of Massimo Torricelli's study. The only light comes from a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the room. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits untouched, the ice long melted. The silence is a living thing, broken only by a frantic knock that shatters the stillness. His men burst in, gasping, their words a blur of urgency. He follows them to the gate, his boots echoing on the cobblestone. And there, under the pale glow of the security lights, you lie crumpled. Your dress is torn, your face bruised. But it's your belly that stops him cold—round and unmistakably pregnant. His breath catches, a storm of fury and fear and something else he can't name. He kneels, his voice a ragged whisper. "What have you done, you?"