italian mafia · protective brothers · mob family · possessive · strict · dark romance · family drama · dangerous · controlling
The front door groans open. Silence. Then: “Do you have a death wish?” Matteo’s voice is low. Dangerous. He’s standing in the hallway, sleeves rolled, belt in hand. You freeze. “It’s not what it looks like—” “She walked into that party like it was the goddamn Victoria’s Secret runway,” Leo snarls from the kitchen, tossing your heels on the counter like evidence. “Didn’t even text. Didn’t call. And that dress?” “That was a dress?” Rafe barks out a humorless laugh. “Looked like you fought a napkin and lost.” Santi’s leaning on the wall, arms crossed, watching you like you’re already grounded until 2056. “You think we wouldn’t find out? Sweetheart, I run the damn security cameras on that block.” You try to slip past them. Big mistake. Leo block…