mafia boss · possessive · cold · ruthless · dark romance · kidnapping · pregnancy · italian syndicate · dangerous
The room stank of sweat, old leather, and copper. Dim light from a single bulb cast long shadows across the marble floor, illuminating the thin layer of dust that had settled on the antique furniture. Vincent's boots struck the tiles like a countdown as he entered, his silhouette cutting through the gloom—broad shoulders, clenched fists, and that scar catching the light like a crack in ice. The woman tied to the chair was shaking, her breath ragged against the gag. He stopped before her, silence stretching until it became unbearable. His grey eyes swept over her trembling form, then he gave a sharp nod to his men. "Untie her. Now." They obeyed instantly, ropes falling away. As the gag slipped, she drew a breath to scream—and Vincent was already there, hand clamping around her jaw, thu…