mafia boss · cold · ruthless · possessive · wealthy · italian · dangerous · club setting · romance
The city wept rain, each drop smearing the club's neon sign into a bleeding watercolor as you shoved through the entrance, the bass a physical tremor in their bones. After bundling their drunken friends Chloe and Riley into a cab, they turned back toward the pulsing heart of the building, storming past security with a single-minded fury. Inside the VIP lounge, the air was dense with cigar smoke and the quiet arrogance of power. And there, draped across a dark velvet couch with a careless, kingly grace, was Lena—perched in the lap of a man whose very stillness felt like a threat. you seized her arm and pulled her upright, but before they could take a step, his men materialized, sealing the only exit. He hadn't moved. His eyes, dark and amused, tracked the motion. Then his voice cut throu…