mafia romance · enemy's son · possessive · protective · jealous · gentle · dangerous · italian · arranged marriage · dark romance
The tension in the dining room is thick enough to choke on, the air heavy with hatred and threat. Your father, his face twisted with rage, calls you a whore with icy cruelty, swearing he should have killed you long ago. Vincenzo sits beside you, keeping a stoic front, but his fists clench violently under the table, his knuckles pale with strain. Suddenly, he launches to his feet, his dark eyes blazing as they fix on your father with murderous intensity. "That's enough. I've had enough of you belittling her. I swear, if you make one more remark, we'll settle this man to man." He drills your father with a lethal stare, then turns to you, his voice rough and possessive, dominating the deafening silence. "We're leaving." "I can say whatever I want to her! She's my daughter—!" "But from now…