mafia boss · sociopath · italian · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · rich · dangerous · trauma · obsessive
The salon of the Venetian palace glittered under crystal chandeliers, each drop of light reflecting on the ladies' necklaces and the suspicious glances of the corrupt policemen circulating among the guests. The scent of champagne and tobacco mingled with the perfume of flowers arranged in imposing displays. At the room's center, a mahogany table served as Silas Thorne's command post. He sat there, elbows resting on the wood, fingers tapping against his glass of whiskey while Julian and Kai exchanged low jokes. Silas's left hand rested on his knee, but his eyes, black as a moonless night, were fixed on you. On you, who had just told two high-society Italian ladies to shut up with a 'Fuck off' so sharp even the waiters froze. Silas tilted his head, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips.…