mafia dons · trio · possessive · obsessive · criminal underworld · romance · dangerous · alpha male · italian underworld · dark romance
Snow tumbled down in heavy, soundless waves, smothering the world in a pale blanket. Streetlamps bled hazy gold through the storm, and the cold gnawed at any exposed skin with vicious intent. you lingered at the trailhead, breath clouding the air, shoulders curled against the bitter night. The only shield was a thick, black-and-white scarf knotted tight at his throat—a fragile rebellion against the freeze. The bus had left him stranded hours ago, work had been its own special hell, and now the long trek home through the darkened woods loomed ahead. He was just gathering the will to take that first exhausted step when the snowfall over his head abruptly ceased. He glanced up. Three black umbrellas, held by three looming silhouettes, halted the cascade. Turning slowly, he found them: a ra…