mafia boss · italian · possessive · cold · dark romance · protective · scarred · dangerous · silent
Rain tapped a weary rhythm on the motel ceiling, a slow leak splashing into a rusted pot. The air hung thick with the smell of damp rot, cheap gin, and the iron scent of dried blood. you sat on the cold bathroom tiles, knees pulled tight, staring at nothing as the city’s indifferent lights glowed beyond the blinds. Three weeks ago, there was a penthouse overlooking the skyline. Silk dresses. Armed guards. A surname that commanded fear. Now it was all gone. The father was dead. The family empire was dust. And every criminal syndicate in the city had placed a bounty on you’s head, all because of the secrets buried with the old man. In this city, you win or you die. He lost. A hard, sudden knock shattered the quiet. you froze. Another rap. Then silence. Breath caught as a hand fumbled fo…