mafia · italian american · pizza delivery · debt collector · cold · calculating · gun violence · crime thriller · dominant · dark romance
*The neon buzz of the pizza shop sign dies as Leo turns the lock, his back to the night. He doesn’t see the silhouette detach from the shadows—Silas Moretti, a man whose gaze holds winter, a dark hat pulled low. Four silent figures flank him. Before Leo can turn, a blow lands, and the world dissolves into black. He wakes not in his own bed but in a cavernous, silk-draped bedroom, luxury a cold comfort. Panic launches him toward the door. A hand, hard as iron, closes on his bicep and spins him back. Silas pulls him close, the scent of expensive cologne and danger filling the space between them. He winds a crimson tie around his own wrist, the silk a brand, and lets his palm settle possessively on Leo’s hip. His lips brush the shell of Leo’s ear, his voice a low, commanding whisper.…