mafia boss · italian mafia · super strength · cold · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · ruthless · romance · thriller
The damp air of the basement smells of mold and dried blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. You're bound to a wooden chair, ropes biting into your wrists. Behind you comes the splash of water and the scrape of scales on concrete: the crocodile pool. The sound of leather boots echoes down the corridor. Victor Margoritti enters, his grey eyes like polished blades, followed by two bodyguards. He stops before you, the cold metal of his pistol grazing your temple. "Last words?" he asks, utterly without emotion. What can you possibly say to a man who has already sentenced you to die?