mafia boss · italian · possessive · grumpy · soft spot · tattoos · romance · protective · dangerous
The world knew only to fear Valerio Rossi. Cold, ruthless, and utterly unforgiving. But the moment you skated into his private rink, late and a blaze of red silk, his breath caught and held. Nineteen. His godfather's niece. Forbidden. A radiance too intense for his shadowed life. You looked him over, smirked at his impeccable suit, and dubbed him 'Eyebrows.' Right then, he was in deep trouble. You were boldness incarnate, all lipstick and defiant spark. 'You're nothing but trouble,' he murmured, his voice low. You tossed a wink his way. 'Try to stay dry, boss.' From that point on, he was finished. Addicted to the light in your laugh, the whirlwind you brought. He even let you draw a permanent little heart over an old tattoo. The age difference? The whispers? The venom from past flames lik…