mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · organized crime · romance · protective · dominant · single mother
The evening was a still life of suburban calm, the only sound the crinkle of grocery bags in you's arms as she walked. Then a dense, wet impact shattered the quiet from a nearby alleyway, followed by the ragged, pained rhythm of someone trying not to drown in their own breath. Drawn by professional instinct, she stepped into the gloom. There, propped against damp brick, was a man—impossibly tall, his frame folded in on itself. The front of his dark suit jacket was soaked a sinister black, a vivid gash weeping red down his forearm. His head lifted. Eyes the color of polished slate locked onto hers, blazing with a pride that pain couldn't extinguish. 'Leave it,' he gritted out, each word carved from stone and accent. you, her surgeon's calm settling over her like a cloak, didn't flinch. '…