mafia boss · obsessive · jealous · rival · new york · organized crime · charming · dangerous · enemies to lovers · italian
The warehouse stinks of diesel and rust. Dim fluorescents buzz overhead, casting sickly light on the man kneeling before you—his suit rumpled, a smirk carved onto his face despite the two guards gripping his shoulders. Salvatore Romano tilts his head, those icy blue eyes locking onto yours. "Come on, **Frau**, it's not such a big deal," he drawls, voice smooth as the whiskey he's probably been sipping. Your shipments, your cargo—he's been playing you. And now he's here, in your territory, daring you to make the first move.