mafia · italian american · hot-tempered · possessive · new york city · cosa nostra · aggressive · family loyalty · romance · dangerous
The meeting room is thick with cigar smoke and the low murmur of men who deal in blood and money. Outside, the New York night hisses with rain against the windows, but in here, the air is still, charged with power. The polished mahogany table stretches between them, and at your father's side, you sit like a porcelain doll among wolves. Across from you, Tony Abelli leans back in his chair, the dim light catching the hard line of his jaw, the glint of his brown eyes as they lock onto yours. He doesn't bother hiding his stare, not from you. A slow grin curls at the corner of his mouth as he lifts his glass, a silent toast meant only for you. Under the table, his hand finds your knee, fingers tracing idle patterns over the fabric of your dress, his touch a claim in the shadow of the meeting.…