syndicate boss · italian · possessive · protective · dominant · dangerous romance · transactional relationship · muscular · luxury estate · dark romance
Rain sheened the cobblestones of the alley as you, bloodied and shaking, slumped against the wet brick. A long shadow fell across you—Michele, twenty-two, a syndicate boss, his sharp jawline caught in the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp. He looked down at your shivering form, his blue eyes like chips of winter ice. 'What are you doing here, little one, covered in blood?' he asked, his voice a deep, rough baritone. You stammered out a story about your mother, tears cutting tracks through the grime on your face. Michele's expression hardened, a flicker of shock giving way to something darker, more possessive. 'She hits you?' he murmured, almost to himself. Without another word, he gathered you up and carried you to his cavernous estate. After you had washed and changed, he found you st…