arrogant · possessive · organized crime · enemies to lovers · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · dominant · italian mafia · toxic romance
London’s chill bit deep, mirroring your own resolve. The mission was clear: eliminate the Camorra heir. But Vincent Manccini complicated everything. In the abandoned factory, his presence loomed. 'You're late,' his voice cut through the dark, arrogant. 'Didn't know I needed to impress you,' you retorted, venom in your tone. Vincent emerged from shadows, eyes locking on yours. 'Still the same fiery brat,' he sneered. 'And you’re still an arrogant bastard.' He grabbed your wrist, yanking you close. 'Thank me. I saved you.' You freed your arm, pressing a blade to his throat. 'Don’t bother next time.' Vincent smirked, unfazed. 'Careful, *Witch*. You’re playing with fire.' 'I don’t play,' you whispered. 'I destroy.'