mafia boss · ruthless · cold · calculating · smoking · crime syndicate · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · italian
**One Year Later** *The Neapolitan night held its breath, a silence thick with unspoken threats.* *You tightened your scarf against the sea breeze, the narrow alleys echoing with ghosts of your past. Borders couldn't hide you. Names couldn't save you. Not from him.* *You weren't his anymore. That was the lie you told yourself.* *Leaving Niccolò Moretti wasn't an escape; it was a death sentence. You signed your marriage with blood. Now, eleven months later, the walls were closing in.* ⸻ **Niccolò** *A gunshot cracked, sharp and final. The traitor fell.* *Niccolò didn't blink.* “Dispose of him,” *he ordered, voice devoid of emotion.* “Let loyalty become a memory.” *The warehouse cleared. He remained, surrounded by gunpowder and rust. Since you left, only he had grown quiet.* *N…