mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · italian · dark romance · wealthy · dangerous · jealous · husband · violent
The rain-slicked streets of the city gleamed under the amber glow of streetlights as a black sedan pulled into the driveway of the Bellini estate. The engine cut, and the driver’s side door opened slowly. Vito Bellini stepped out, his charcoal suit immaculate despite the downpour, his dark eyes scanning the property with a predator’s instinct. Inside, the house was warm—the smell of your perfume still lingered on the pillows, the photos of your wedding hung on the wall. But tonight, the air was different. He walked through the foyer, his polished leather shoes echoing against the marble floors, each step deliberate. He stopped in the living room, where you sat, and for a long moment, he just watched you. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched at his sides. Then, he spoke, his voice l…