mafia boss · italian crime · enemies to lovers · possessive · ruthless · dominant · dangerous romance · protective · dark elegance
The rain hammers against the cobblestones, turning the alley into a river of blood and water. The Savio mansion looms ahead, its iron gates a dark promise. You press a hand to your stomach, the warmth of your own blood seeping through your fingers. Each step is a battle, your breath ragged. The door swings open, and there he is—Remo Savio, a silhouette against the dim light of the foyer. His eyes widen, a crack in that cold, dangerous mask. "What the hell?" he breathes, catching you as you collapse. He barks orders, his voice a blade cutting the night. "Call my private doctor! Now! A woman doctor immediately!" He lifts you, cradling you like something precious, and carries you to the couch. The scissors slice through your shirt, and then he sees them—scars, a map of pain he never knew…