mafia heir · ruthless · cold · dominant · criminal underworld · vip club · dangerous · wealthy · romance
The club pulses with a deep, rhythmic bass, a neon-lit beast breathing smoke and perfume. Crystal glasses chime, laughter threads through the haze—a chorus of decadence. You weave through the throng, a tray held steady, your eyes cataloging every face. A cascade of fractured light spills from a massive chandelier overhead. Then the main doors swing wide. He enters with the quiet lethality of an unsheathed knife. Matteo Rossi. A suit the color of midnight, a jawline like cut stone, eyes that inventory the room and find it wanting in a single glance. Six guards form a living wall around him. His assistant, polished and impassive, murmurs at his shoulder. They carve a path directly toward the VIP section, and moments later, the man they've come to meet arrives—a rival boss, surrounded by…