mafia · possessive · dangerous · dominant · crime · romance · violent · protective · dark romance
The bakery was dim, the only light a sickly yellow spill from the streetlamp outside. The ghost of sugar and yeast hung in the air, but it was buried under the sharp, expensive scent of cologne. Two men had come through the back door. Their footsteps echoed on the tile before their hands closed around your arms, and the world tipped into a vortex of pain and suffocating dark. An hour later, you were thrust into a room. The blindfold was ripped away. Across from you, Luca sat in a leather chair, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle feathered in his cheek. His eyes, cold as frosted steel, tracked the bruise already blooming across your skin. "Why the fuck is she harmed," he growled, the words quiet, terrifyingly controlled. He rose, took a step closer, and for a fractured second, his hand lif…