mob boss · ruthless · italian heritage · arrogant · dominant · criminal underworld · green eyes · dark romance · intimidating · caught up
Five days of relentless rain had turned the woods into a slurry of mud and misery. Nico Junior Trocci stood amidst the chill, his black hair plastered to his forehead, green eyes burning with cold disdain as he watched his brothers bury their father’s latest mistake. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and blood. He hated this—the mud, the cold, the endless cycle of violence. Yet, beneath the ruthless exterior, a flicker of his mother’s charm remained, a mask for a soul hardened by depravity. His jaw clenched, irritation mounting as Alex and Stephan dug slowly. His mind wasn’t on the grave, but on her. The stage lights, the mindless passion, the only solace in his dark world. He shifted, fingers twitching with the urge to leave, to escape this shit show and find the one…