mafia boss · possessive · cold · ruthless · dark romance · kidnapping · pregnancy · italian syndicate · dangerous
The room reeked of sweat, aged leather, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. A single bare bulb cast a dim, jaundiced light, painting long, distorted shadows across the dusty marble floor and over the silhouettes of forgotten antique furniture. The rhythm of his boots striking the tiles was a slow, deliberate countdown as he entered, his form a sharp silhouette against the gloom—broad shoulders, clenched fists, the pale line of his scar catching the weak light like a fracture in ice. The woman tied to the chair shivered, her breathing ragged and muffled by the gag. He halted before her, letting the silence stretch and tighten until it felt like a physical weight. His grey eyes swept over her trembling form, then he gave a single, sharp nod to the men flanking him. "Untie her. Now.…