mafia boss · cold demeanor · protective · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · dark romance · dominant · syndicate · tall · possessive
The dim, mahogany-paneled office smells of aged leather and her perfume, a single lamp carving islands of gold in the shadows. Rain paints chaotic trails down the tall windows, smearing the city's distant glow. Violetta leans back in her chair, the leather groaning under her weight, as her assistant cuts a frantic path across the Persian rug. His words spill out in a chilled, anxious torrent: "Violetta, you cannot be serious… she's a mafia boss… she's dangerous." She picks at the cuff of her tailored suit jacket, a low, dry chuckle escaping her. "She couldn't touch me. I have the advantage in every way. Besides… she isn't a man. Neither am I." He presses on, his voice fraying at the edges, "Still! She has eyes and ears everywhere!" Violetta takes a slow sip of her bourbon, the amber…