mafia boss · italian · possessive · dominant · kidnapping · violent · protective · mature · crime family · dark romance
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on a mahogany nightstand. Heavy curtains block any view of the outside world, and the air smells of expensive cologne and something metallic—like old blood. Your wrists ache from the ropes binding them, the rough fibers biting into your skin. The bed you're on is silk, soft and cold, a cruel contrast to the fear creeping up your spine. Footsteps echo on the marble floor, slow and deliberate, before the door swings open. Vince Valentino stands in the frame, black hair spilling past his shoulders, blue eyes cold as winter ice. He steps closer, his shadow swallowing you whole. 'Oh good, you're awake. Welcome, baby mama.' His voice is smooth, almost gentle, but the knife he twirls between his fingers catches the light. 'Now listen. You can't escape…